They don’t make ’em like they used to

I have a fierce aversion for old men who call me “baby”. I love old people but please, keep the seedy characters away from me.

No problem with things that preceded me. I appreciate things that whisper, “We were here first child.”

It’s funny but loving them makes me nostalgic for a time I never even lived in. Sort of like, like I’ve been here before, you know?

I like black and white photographs of my mother as a young girl and music made when gramophones were cool. I like books with that musty smell, turning the pages and living in another world for a short time. The ones in the corner, dusty and long forgotten.

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I like the stories they tell, the elderly folk, and living their memories with them as they live them again. History is never dead. It imposes itself on the future and on the next generation. Their memories make me feel like I’ve been here before. It solidifies my sense of self to know that there are people who I belong to. I looked at them and they introduced me to myself. They said I am bones and blood and spit and dust. They also said I am emotions and confusion and joy and spirit. “We were here first, but one day you will be the only thing that’s left of us.” That warms my soul, it does.   

I like remembering when I was ‘littleler’ and carrying the sweetness of nostalgia in my pocket. Memories –

Those buggers don’t die! Unexpectedly

They insist on remembrance. In a smell. In a picture. In a song.

Times have changed but at the same time, nothing’s changed. We’re doing the same things. Making the same mistakes. Pursuing the same goals. Nearing the same Exit Door.

We’ve been here before!

I like old things so don’t change who you are. Give me conversation over tweeting you any day. What we have to share is too enormous for 140 characters. Remember the days when we were knee-high?

And every sigh

Was one of contentment?

And we never slept

Angry at the other?

Oh dear friend, I hope the goodness inside of us never changes. Some things are better old.

Hugs,

Dusty Soul

“Is there a thing of which it can be said, See, this is new? It has already been, in the vast ages of time [recorded or unrecorded] which were before us.” – Ecclesiastes 1:10 (Amplified Bible)

 

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