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Writer's Block: Timely Departures

If you could jump in a time machine and travel back to any point in history, where would you go?

Probably VJ Day. The period from right after WWII through the end of the 50's was a rare time in history when prosperity was almost guaranteed to anyone who was willing to work hard. Technology was advancing at a rapid pace in terms of manufacturing, but all the basic communication inventions were already in place. Most diseases had been conquered, and many that plague us today hadn't surfaced yet. People for the most part were polite to one another, and home-town values were still in vogue.

Yeah, probably VJ Day.

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Mar. 13th, 2009 09:32 am (UTC)
that would have been an interesting time to live in
Mar. 13th, 2009 06:44 pm (UTC)
My first impulse is to say the period between the first Good Friday and Easter, but if things really happened according to the Gospels, God might see fit to prevent me from watching.

Maybe the moment when the Kaaba touched down. Even if it's just a meteorite, it was impressive. 'Course, I don't know what day that was, so...

If prehistory doesn't count, I can't visit the Cro-Magnons. Besides, they seem to be asking for a specific event, not just a period.

Well, there are events that some people today remember and I don't. Like Neil Armstrong's moon landing. Or Woodstock the same year. But, well, neither's really my thing....

Maybe I'll just pick a random coronation ceremony. Like that of Augustus.
Mar. 13th, 2009 10:49 pm (UTC)
Don't eat the figs.

There's a famous VE Day pic of a little girl with a huge flag.....
She had died by 1950....

From 1945 to 1950 was interesting, true... there was the big freeze and fuel shortages of '47 and '48... National Service... and rationing got worse as the UK tried to export or die... since the US aid had gone with the end of the war... Bread was rationed, and it hadn't been '39 - '45....
Mar. 13th, 2009 11:19 pm (UTC)
Um, son of a...

Well, you see, I was speaking of life on my side of the pond. I suspect there were times in history when living in Darfur might have been idyllic. 'S all relative, but now my consciousness is stinging a mite...
Mar. 14th, 2009 10:32 am (UTC)
Ach, 'tis a shame to be shamin' a shaman.... *goes to hug Old Wolf and thinks better of it, not being that kind of jackass*
I suppose really - as the old pocket watch tale told - there is no truly idyllic time, they all have their darker undercurrents which the fortunate (also, generally, local children) just don't have occasion to register. We see snapshots of reality through the stereoscope of our eyes, our personal universe touching reality at that fleeting instant.
Like an MOT for cars, compliance at the time of testing does not guarantee roadworthiness either before or after. Golden times are almost by definition gone, replaced with the tarnished but servicable brass of the present in which..... *pulls out dog eared quotation*
Here and Now, we are Alive
OOooohhhhh Brutha!
Mar. 14th, 2009 01:49 pm (UTC)
> not being that kind of jackass

Nowadays primary teachers (or any, for that matter) can't even hug their little charges for fear of being branded as unnatural. Fie on our societies for making a mockery of affection, the most basic of human needs.

Truly said, whatever time we may yearn for is seen thru rose-colored glasses - if we could go back, we'd probably see that the grass is no greener there. Living in the moment is the key.

I love the quote by Jenkin Lloyd Jones:

"There seems to be a superstition among many thousands of our young who hold hands and smooch in the drive-ins that marriage is a cottage surrounded by perpetual hollyhocks, to which a perpetually young and handsome husband comes home to a perpetually young and ravishing wife. When the hollyhocks wither and boredom and bills appear, the divorce courts are jammed.

"Anyone who imagines that bliss is normal is going to waste a lot of time running around shouting that he's been robbed. The fact is that most putts don't drop. Most beef is tough. Most children grow up to be just ordinary people. Most successful marriages require a high degree of mutual toleration. Most jobs are more often dull than otherwise....

"Life is like an old-time rail journey -- delays, sidetracks, smoke, dust, cinders, and jolts, interspersed only occasionally by beautiful vistas and thrilling bursts of speed. The trick is to thank the Lord for letting you have the ride."

Blessed are the grateful.
Mar. 14th, 2009 05:00 pm (UTC)
*high fives the Old Wolf, being gratified at the sheer force of the slap*


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