Not so Much to Remember

 My life was interrupted by life events from late 1968 until about 1972.  I didn't follow culture very closely and maybe really didn't much prior to 1968.  I don't try to remember the sixties and early seventies as much as I seek to know what the sixties and early seventies was all about.  It wasn't drugs but maybe being removed from culture having spent those years in small towns as a preacher's kid.

Music from that time period is about all I listen to apart from some classical music that has been the same for hundreds of years.  But I don't seek to remember as much as I seek to know what I missed.  I Watch vids of what was on TV then and remember very few of those old shows.  It is said many don't recall that period of time because of drugs.  I was removed culturally and not because of drugs.  Because I had my AM transistor radio I knew the music, but living in small town America isolated me.  

So, for me, I seek to know what I missed.  I was a part of the Woodstock generation, but never really participated and I still don't participate much even today.  But today, I try to keep up but I'm not a part of social media.  So, I'm always learning.  But anything before 1990 or so was without the Internet.  We had to rely on word of mouth.  And my connection to the outside world was limited.

We had to rely on half hour newscast by Walter Cronkite and others to keep us informed.  But we never lived near family and my mom always said that the church was family.  But even still we were outsiders.  So, I was never as informed as others were.  I had my own music and my own culture, but these days I go back to know and not so much to remember.  I have way too many dots to connect and sometimes it all becomes a little too much.

But still, I work on it, putting pieces together as one might a puzzle to make a complete picture.  So, maybe I identify more with youth than I do those of my own age.  But in my thinking it's okay.  There is something special about isolation in small town America.  There were a lot of cigar and pipe smokers in small towns back then.  And in some ways it was the best.  Today it is myNording Number 3 pipe with Jamaica Rum Export tobacco and my coffee this morning is the unknown, but is very good, black, and hot.  Thank you for your time and Peace to each one of you.

Dave