I’m one of those people that collects any and everything, particularly newspaper items, magazine articles, pictures, old letters, and all sorts of mementos. I think it was Andy Warhol who had a room full of things he had collected, from matchbox tops and old menus to Broadway show souvenirs, among other things. And I have done the same.
This morning as I was going through boxes of “time capsule” stuff, I ran across so much I had not thought about in a long time. One was a stack of newspaper clippings of articles I wrote and published in a local newspaper when I was a 16-year-old junior in high school.
One day, without telling my parents or teachers, I started writing articles titled, “Eavesdropping on Ila High School” and sent them to a newspaper. To my surprise, they were all published. Everyone in school read them but no one knew who wrote them.
Now writing in the blogosphere, I sometimes write articles about North Georgia, the mountains, lakes, red clay, the towns and things about the beauty and life here. In this connection, I’m going to reprint part of one article I wrote as a 16-year-old junior, which is so similar to my writings today.
“The juniors entertained the seniors with a trip to the mountains Saturday, and those of you who were not a junior nor senior really missed something, because everybody had a wonderful time. Just to give you an idea of what it was all about, we’ll tell you some of the things we did and places we went. We visited the famous Tallulah Falls Gorge and Dam. Some took pictures there. From there we went to Harry and Hall’s boathouse. Then we visited Lake Rabun and Rabun beach where we spent most of the time and ate lunch. Some went swimming and boating there while others entertained themselves in various ways. We returned home late Saturday afternoon, and I speak as one of the juniors this year and am looking forward to the senior entertainment next year.
Poor James. Louise has him going around in circles. When he’s not with her he’s always smiling and talking to everybody, but just let Louise step into the scene and he seems to get so nervous and serious. Dear me! What’s this younger generation coming too??”
My article continued with other happenings among students. My point is we seem to return to those things of our childhood that held happy and treasured times. In this connection, I personally seem to have gone full circle as I roam the hills in North Georgia, since moving back to this area a couple of years ago. I derive great pleasure and spiritual upliftment riding through the beautiful Blue Ridge Mountains, seeing the lakes, rolling hills of the farm areas, chatting with folks along the way, stopping to eat the great tasting food in the mountains, and experiencing the nostalgia of those high school days.
It was a time so long before the start of World War II, when I enjoyed such freedom living on a farm with little concern about what was happening in the rest of the world, except that short period in history class where the teacher discussed current events. The thing I recall about that was poverty and wars going on in Ethiopia, which seemed to always be in the news and apparently not much has changed there today.
However, so much has changed in life in the United States today. Some changes are good and some not so good. The most surreal thing, as I sit here today and compare the little articles I wrote back then, didn’t go out of the county, but now writing on this blog site, goes around the world 24/7, and stretches my imagination.
We went to the moon and back, now on Mars, yet are still working on a cure for the common cold.
I wonder how many out there of my day and era enjoy as much as I do returning to the places of one’s childhood to reflect, even for a fleeting moment, those happy care-free times of childhood and teen years. If not in reality, we can still enjoy armchair travel.
Let Freedom Ring!