Yes, darlings, there was a time when I might have been one of those children in this drawing. At sadder times, I often yearn for the security I took for granted when I was a child. Before I reached adolescence, when I could not wait to get to adulthood, and now, having been there almost forty years, am wondering, "What was all the rush?"
I remember being comforted by the jar of Mother's Oats, where the child was being fed oats by his mother. I always made sure my mother bought that item, because of the drawing. Now, Mother's Oats does not even exist.
Of course, I cannot speak for all. But save for health issues I tried not to let deter me; my childhood was pretty good. So much so I often wish I could go back. Like in "Our Town."
Are there things I might have done differently? Many.
I appreciated what I had, then, and even more so now.
No wonder I am drawn to Victorian literature and art. They draw me back to a past which I might sugar coat, but still wish I could have been a part of.
To paraphrase Blanche Du Bois, "charm is fifty percent illusion."
4 comments:
And even when I’m old and gray
I’m going to feel the way I do today
Victoria,
What a comforting tought.
I appreciate that.
When my stepdad was suffering from dementia he seemed to go back in time, reliving his childhood and young adulthood.
Victoria,
That is what I always imagined most Alzheimer
patients did. If the memories were pleasant, they
could be better off there, then where they actually are.
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