We have a vivid notion, though confused, of what happened yesterday, for the headlines are still fresh in our personal memories; what happened many years ago is neatly analyzed and schemed into a formal doctrine by the standard histories. But the life-time of our fathers has usually been to us neither history nor experience.
From The United States Since 1865 (1932) [my emphasis]
I came across that about a month ago. (Greater context is here.) It’s a thought that has been bumping into a couple of other thoughts and an experience or two in my hollow little head for a few weeks. I know very little about the times of the life-time of my father.
No. I don’t mean his personal life history, or the history of the Great Depression into which he was born. And I don’t mean I know nothing. Of course I can rattle off a list of presidents’ names; I know who Watson and Crick, and John, Paul, George and Ringo were/are; and I remember when I was first allowed to wear a “pants-dress” to school. And so on with television and Viet Nam and cars with cruise-control.
What I do not know is what people were thinking during that period of my father’s life– the period during which I was growing up.
To that end,* I am pleased to announce that I have chosen– really!!– a
crappy old book for the November installment of Crappy Old Books of the Months.
Fanfare please… .
*More on how Horizon connects with what people were thinking coming up soon.