I always rolled my eyes when I heard my parents and grandparents talk about the “good ole days.” They talked fondly about having to use outhouses in the freezing cold, and walking three miles to school every morning. What’s up with that? It’s like the grass was always greener during the Great Depression. Whew! That was way before air conditioning. No, thank you. But now that I am a parent and grandparent, I find myself doing the same thing, especially when I get together with my siblings and cousins. How we idolize those magical days of our past! Maybe the reason the good ole days are so nostalgic to us is because we are only able to touch them again in our memories.
I say I miss those days, but when I think about it, they weren’t all so wonderful– at least not when I lived them the first time. Good ole days are always better re-lived that first lived. When nostalgia hits me, my mind especially takes me back to those birthdays and big days we spent at Mama Sims’ house. There were two birthdays that were more important to us than those belonging to Washington or Lincoln– Mama Sims’ birthday, and Little Grandmaw’s birthday.
