Sunday, May 29, 2016

Remembering

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We tend to spend a lot more time doing that as we get older. When I was younger, we spent this weekend, in part, traveling to graveyards in nearby counties to put flowers and flags on the graves of our ancestors. There, we often bumped into relatives we hadn’t seen for a long while, and we’d pull lawn chairs out of the trunk and sit and visit a while in the shade of the trees surrounding the little country cemeteries. Often, we’d get invited to one of their homes for a meal. Other times, we’d pull the coolers out of the trunk and have a picnic there in the shade by one of the old churches. Quite often, we’d swing by my great aunt’s little house and she insist on fixing us a full meal before we were allowed to leave. She’d have been heart-broken if we’d refused, no matter if we’d just gorged ourselves elsewhere. It was a social thing of course, as she didn’t get out-of-town company very often. Other days, we’d have family get-togethers at home, cook out, picnic, make ice-cream and visit with everyone attending. My “job” back then was mostly just to sit and listen as the older folks remembered aloud the days of the war and the depression, and of doing things the old ways. I learned a lot from those times.


These days, very few graves get decorated. People are too “busy” with their own little lives. There’s no time for remembering, or visiting, or getting together with the relatives. Heck, unless you’re one of the invading minorities, your family is probably dying off like mine. Most of my family is waiting on the other side. Those remaining never get together, even though I have some right here in town. I’m one of the old folks now, but there’s no-one to listen to my stories. Most of the younger generation has no respect for or interest in their elders. History, family, tradition and meaningful sacrifice mean nothing to them. My wife and I have learned how to make the best of our time and our own company, but I still miss the old folks and the old days, the old ways. © 2016
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7 comments:

Chickenmom said...

Your stories are the young's loss and our gain, Gorges. Maybe someday they will realize that.

Gail said...

I miss the visiting but do not initiate it either.

You should write your memories like you wrote the story of your friend.

HermitJim said...

It's a shame, but you are so right. No one gets together anymore. Think of all the memories that can't be shared, stories that won't be passed around, and renewing old friendships that won't take place.

Things are certainly done differently now days and not for the better at times.

deborah harvey said...

hi
even if the young were gathered around they would be staring at their 'phones.
had a flying visit from one of daughter's friends a few years ago. never took her eyes off her 'phone but assured us she was listening to us!
the parents of the young, i think, are the source of this behavior. they must have encouraged it so they could stare at their own computers uninterrupted by junior.
talked with a young man last year and thesubject for a moment was ants.
asked him if he had spent any time observing them.
he answered thst he had watched many videos of ants on his computer.
i said i meant had he observed them himself, outdoors.
no, he hadn't and hadn't any notion of doing so.
to this generation it is all there as an electronic feast and personal experience is not thought of.

Scooney Adrift said...

It took me a long time to realize that us seniors are just "Yesterday's News."
It's true for the most part, that the young folks are not interested in hearing our stories, but hay, we know the stories and they sustain us!

Euripides said...

My wife and I just connected up with my first cousins, whom I haven't seen in 30 years. What a treat!

Gorges Smythe said...

I doubt it, Cm, but one can always hope.

Actually, Gail, I wrote a "historical novel" telling a lot of the family history, but It's never been published and they'll probably never see it.

Couldn't agree more, Jim.

They have no idea what they're missing, dh, but probably wouldn't care if they did.

Well, Scooney, it DOES give us stories to tell to our friends.

That's great, E, I hope the next meeting will be a little sooner. lol