Post-Christmas Blues, or Nostalgia Ain’t What It Used to Be

 

shutterstock_99661805I would occasionally view some Ricochet essays that tiptoed on the lighter side of life in a less than interested mood; until, that is, I submitted one of my own ditties that explored the profundities of Blazing Saddles, which is surely a great representation of modern artistic sensibilities. But much of the time, it has been a matter of trying to break free from a “Most liberals are fascists!” mentality, and that’s hard to do, especially since the comparison increasingly seems unfair to fascists.

Then Christmas came along, a time of great joy and celebration, of course, when all thoughts of politics, culture, and the frequent nastiness of things in general needed to be put aside. It was an occasion to immerse oneself into a sugar-plums-dancing-in-your-ears, Jack-Frost-roasting-on-an-open-fire, Hillary-free day, to be enjoyed by everyone in the household ranging in age from seven months to seven decades or so. Christmas music hummed in the background, red and green lights twinkled everywhere, peals of laughter and mirth rippled through the air, a 90-pound black Labrador imitated a lap dog, trying out one lap after another — things didn’t get better than that. Until, that is, the first present was opened, in this case, by one of the grandchildren.

First, an explanation. Our household Christmas gathering isn’t exactly like the one depicted in A Christmas Story, which explored Ralphie’s angst — fully justified, in my view — over whether or not he would get a Red Ryder BB gun, but some memories come close.

It was an era during which Truman was President, then Eisenhower; half the programs on our black-and-white television were Westerns; Hopalong Cassidy, the Lone Ranger, Captain Midnight, and Superman reigned supreme; Saturday morning cartoons were a joy; comic books littered rooms (now, where did I put that 3-D Mighty Mouse book?); the Yankees always won the pennant; and who didn’t have a crush on Annette Funicello?

Great Christmas gifts included building blocks, wooden Tinkertoys, western forts, packages filled with cowboys and Indians or soldiers (Americans as well as Germans and Japanese), finger-slicing erector sets, wood-burning kits (which now would be banned), packages of baseball cards (I’ll trade you a Mantle for a Williams), chemistry sets (probably toxic), and those amazing Revell plastic model kits with World War Two themes — P51s, B17s, Jeeps, cannons, and naval vessels, especially the U.S.S. Arizona. My dad gave me a battery-powered Sherman tank with movable treads and it rumbled over everything. I even ran it inside our 1949 Mercury, but it kept tumbling off the seat. Ah, nostalgia.

Now, back to the future and that modern Christmas gift. It was wrapped in a Pringles-like tube, and when she pulled it out, I had no idea what it was. Then she extended the thing out like a telescope to five feet or so and attached her iPhone on the end, tossing off a how-can-you-not-know-what-this-is expression in my direction. It was a selfie-stick, obviously, good for jamming a bunch of faces together at one end so you could take pictures with your curly-cordless-phone-camera thingy at the other end. Pretty clever, I guess. The rest of the session went along swimmingly, of course — “Oh, that’s darling,” “Great shoes!” “Remember, we can always return it,” — those sorts of things. Two of the sons carried in a huge package containing a two-seater Volkswagen for five-year-olds, and it reminded me of the Bug I used to drive decades ago — about the same size, too.

But my thoughts kept returning to that selfie apparatus and how the world has changed, and not necessarily for the better. The presents we received back in the day now would be considered nerdy, dangerous, or too aggressive and therefore probably illegal. Still, nobody got hurt and we all remember our gifts with great fondness, inspiring warm nostalgia. But what will the present generation remember in an era dominated by the incredible phoniness of “hurt feelings,” symbolized by microaggressions, trigger warnings, and identity egotism? What will today’s children remember about a president who admires himself in a mirror and goes golfing while Americans abroad get beheaded and brave soldiers get wounded or killed? What will they remember about their youthful days dominated by “selfies?”

Probably, I’m making too much of this, but somehow it seems unlikely that Dwight Eisenhower, Bob Hope, or even Elvis Presley, who was drafted into the army and served his time, would understand. Today, my generation can be inspired and humbled by such men as Chris Kyle and Pat Tillman and all the brave men and women involved in the Wounded Warriors Program. Like their magnificent forbears in the forties and fifties, they inspire nostalgia in the best sense of the word.

But what sort of nostalgia will greet the current generation a half century from now? Likely they will conclude, as many of us have today, that nostalgia ain’t what it used to be.

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  1. profdlp Inactive
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    They’ll probably remember that the tech toy they got for Christmas had been supplanted by a newer version by Easter, making theirs seem dated and obsolete.

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  2. Basil Fawlty Member
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    I still remember receiving a Paper Mate ballpoint pen for Christmas and being amazed at the technology.

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  3. Annefy Member
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    Don’t worry too much. It’s never as bad as it seems.

    My daughter was our biggest challenge and the troubles pretty much start from the day she got her cell phone.  I always say it was bad enough that she spent all her time texting rather than speak to her family; worse, I paid for it.

    I overheard that same daughter (now 25) adamantly refuse to give up our wifi password to her younger cousins on Thanksgiving 2014. She stayed tough even when their grandmother made the plea. Thanksgiving 2015 and Christmas 2015 she had them all so busy setting up tables and cooking in the kitchen that I don’t remember a smart phone getting pulled out.

    And if the young people in our life don’t know who Pat Tillman and Chris Kyle are, it’s our job to tell them.

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  4. Front Seat Cat Member
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    Marv, back in the day my favorite toys were Mousetrap, Mr. Snow Cone Machine, Mr. Potato Head, Barbie, and this little stuffed dog that I picked from the Sears catalog when I could have whatever I wanted – I named him…..are you ready?….Puppy – I had that dog for 20 years…..I got a selfie-stick too – had no idea what it was – ugh – you summed it up – my thoughts exactly.

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