OPEN MEMORY – Marilyn Armstrong

A Wide Open Memory – RDP #46 and #FOWC

Just when I think I’ve finally figured out what’s going on with my body, something weird changes and I have to figure it out all over again. When I think I know what I look like, I take a peek in the mirror and wonder — “Who is that?”

When I know what day it is? It isn’t. Sometimes, I’m not fully clear on the year and recently, someone asked me my age and I said 22 without even a pause.

What would Superman have to say about today’s world? I’m absolutely sure he could fix it, aren’t you?

Now, it’s obvious I am not 22 … or for that matter, 62. I think my brain skipped a beat and made me — for that brief moment — the girl I was. Because in 1969, I really was 22. That was a great year. My best year.

The music was amazing. The news was upbeat and we just knew that somehow, everything would work out better. And it would do it soon.  It wasn’t that we didn’t have plenty of issues and problems, but we were positive, and absolutely, positively certain that we could overcome them and really be great. Americans.

Great Americans, not these tawdry pretend imitation creatures that mealy mouth Americans but act like Stalin’s cohorts.

We walked on the moon and the Mets — who had previously been not only the worst team in baseball but hilariously the worst team — won the World Series. My friends were alive, full of bounce, and energy. Nobody was trying to figure out where they could move so they could use public transport, avoid having to drive, and skip the hard winters.

We still liked winter. We thought snow was fun. We went sledding and tobogganing even though they hadn’t yet invented Uggs. We went to the beach in summer and people got a suntan and bragged about it.

We got birth control and Roe V. Wade came down from the Supreme Court — and it was a real Supreme Court with honest-to-God the best in the world judges on it. They didn’t always agree and some of them were definitely strict constitutionalists while others were more inclined to change the law because the world was growing up.

But for all of them, the Constitution of the United States was the issue. It mattered. Law mattered. No matter where they fell, on which side of whatever issue was presented, they cared enough to be sure they made decisions they believed were in the best interests of the people they served.

Remember that? They people they served? They served us because we were the people. Even the politicians we hated were real Americans. They believed in this country. They believed we had a role in this world and it wasn’t just to become the richest, most corrupt global corporation on Planet Earth.

It’s not hard for my brain to take a bounce and get back there. I wonder what kids today will remember as their happiest days? I hope it won’t be how many different things they could do with their mobile phones. That would be too pathetic.

So just when I think I know something, it skitters away. Sometimes, it’s because I forgot. It’s easy to forget. So many things don’t feel important now. Values have changed. My understanding of reality has changed.

Remember growing up with The Lone Ranger?

I bet the Super and Lone could make things right! With maybe a hint of Crockett, just for the legend. You should always print the legend.

#RDP – Open

#FOWC – Memory

Author: Marilyn Armstrong

Writer, photography, blogger. Previously, technical writer. Retired! Yay!

17 thoughts on “OPEN MEMORY – Marilyn Armstrong”

  1. I just stopped to read the plot of “Batman v Superman”. I haven’t seen the film but was always puzzled about why these two crime fighters would be enemies. After reading the plot it seems that it had them both behaving in ways I would not expect heroes to act until the end. Modern day people seem to have a different idea of what a hero is.

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  2. I know you’re not 22 or maybe not even 62. But I do know that you mixed up the prompts. FOWC’s was “memory” and RDP’s was “open.” But hey, if that’s the worst mistake you made today, you’re golden.

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    1. I thought I’d gotten it right … it’s all one post anyway. I have spent the day trying NOT to hear ANY news. I simply can’t handle any more right now. If 45 didn’t commit treason by the book, he committed treason by intent.

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        1. I feel like I live on a completely different planet. And they don’t KNOW anything. I know that sounds like I’m putting them down, but I think it’s their lack of education that I find most appalling. They literally don’t know anything. They weren’t taught anything.

          The schools don’t teach anymore. They are all about tests and grading, so there’s no teaching, learning, or experimenting. Unless you are lucky enough to go to a good private school, you’re going to spend your life memorizing factoids. Passing (or not passing) tests. So when I say they don’t KNOW anything, think literally. They don’t know any history or geography or literature. They don’t read.

          They believe anything they are told because they have no concept of how to research. Science means nothing to them. Meanwhile, they have magical tools with which to do it, and what miracles they could perform if they could only THINK. Oh, what I could have done with Google!

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          1. “They don’t know any history or geography or literature.”

            On the Jimmy Kimmel show recently they went out into the street with a large map of the world asked a bunch of young adults to name a country, one country, any country. Most couldn’t name a single country, not even the United States. Quite a few named South America or Africa as countries, which, of course, they aren’t, they’re continents. It’s pathetic.

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