250 Words on Time Slipping

[I try to start my day writing 250 words on anything. I’ll post one every Tuesday until I run out of good ones.]

“Time keeps on slippin’ slippin’ slippin’ into the future.” –Steve Miller Band.

When I was young, every middle-aged person had lived through World War 2, and many had served in it. Today, anyone old enough to remember the war, born before say 1940, is at least 85. The Greatest Generation that endured the Depression and beat the Nazis will soon be gone.

While we are evidently cursed with short memories and need to relearn the lessons of defending freedom and fighting fascism they taught us. 

All of us are navigating our own raging rivers through time, though sometimes it feels as if we’re standing still and time is flowing through us. We peer through tiny dirty windows at eternity parading by. 

I have mixed feelings about my memories becoming history. I feel lucky to have seen Apollo astronauts walk on the Moon, as momentous a step as Lewis and Clark wading into the Pacific or Caesar crossing the Rubicon. I laughed when my daughters studied South African apartheid and I was able to show them clips of newspaper articles I’d written about divestment demonstrations at the local university. Watching documentaries on the Civil Rights or Women’s Liberation movements, it’s hard to believe they happened in my lifetime. 

When I was young, it seemed like the USA had been around forever. When I got older, I realized I’d been alive for something like one-fourth of its existence. That’s an interesting change of perspective. My country feels very young and fragile now. 

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