Weststander
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Nostalgia is a thing of the past as far as I am concerned. The retrospectoscope, with its rose-tinted lenses, is a seductive but treacherous device.
I think if we actually found ourselves plonked in 1972, or 1964, we would be horrified by the monotony, the lack of freedom, the petty minded ignorance, and the body odour.
That lack of freedom included work place scenarios. Luckily, I missed out on the long era where the professions worked a 9 til 6 plus Saturday mornings, with many nasty/arrogant partners or directors treating staff like dirt in very much a master and servant arrangement. The snobbish partners were bone idIe. I know a cnt still operating like that after decades, but they’re littering dying off.
Personally, I did love so many aspects of being a kid, teen and young adult in the pre-mobile phone era. I never got bored. Helped quite probably by luckily always living in the Brighton area. I got so much fresh air in playing sports with mates, exploring, making camps, cycling or walking everywhere, sorties into Brighton, (trespassing) empty buildings, generally being a nuisance. My parents rarely scared that we’d get run over or face stranger danger. By contrast our own kids have been protected, not used to risks.