NOW THE DAYS ARE SHORT – Rich Paschall

The Autumn Of The Year, RICH PASCHALL

Photo: Garry Armstrong

When I was seventeen, it was a very good year…

When I turned seventeen, I had finished my Junior year in high school and was looking forward to the Senior year at a new school.  It was a bit scary, I admit.  No one wants to leave his mates behind and start again, but that was my fate, not my choice.

At least the new school was in the neighborhood, and I already knew a few students who were going there.  Although we did not admit it at the time, the final year of high school put many new thoughts into our heads.

Photo: Garry Armstrong

It was a very good year

You may think of sex or sexual orientation, but those thoughts had already arrived years earlier.  All the passing of a few years meant was that these thoughts and curiosities intensified.  As you might imagine, a few of the boys and girls were a little more advanced than the others.  I think that stands out to you a little more at seventeen.

The new school brought new friends, new interests and new teachers.  There were subjects and activities the other school lacked.  The final high school year also proved to be, as I suspect it did for many of my friends, one of the best years of my life.  Some of those friends and those memories stayed with me over the decades.  I had no idea then that it would be the “best of times.”

When I was twenty-one, it was a very good year…

Four years later, brought a similar situation.  It was time to move on to my Senior year of university and hopefully finish my degree on time (I didn’t).  It did not hold the lasting thrills of 17, but it did seem in a certain way to represent the transition to adulthood. In reality, I was no more adult than I was at 20 or twenty-two.  It was just a symbolic thing.

The “coming of age” also allows you to drink legally, but that did not mean too much. I was days, weeks, or months older than the friends I hung around with, so it is not like we all headed off to some bar. Still, the year seemed to hold certain energy that young adulthood will give you if you let it.

When I was thirty-five, it was a very good year…

I had finally earned my Master’s Degree.

It was not about career advancement.  It was about reaching a goal I had set years earlier. I sometimes studied for the Comprehensive exams with a woman in her 70’s.  She was pretty much doing the same thing, reaching for a past dream.

I could tell her of the courses I had and of books I read, and she pushed me to study things I was certain would never be on the Master’s exam again. She was right about the exam questions and perhaps the reason we both marched up to receive our diplomas on the same day.

It felt like I had hit my stride at 35, although I can not really point to other reasons why. If you have good friends, good times, and a reason for doing things, all seems right with the world.

Well, almost all seemed right. I did not find the right person to share my very good years with.  Honestly, I can not say I looked all that hard. I guess I was having too good of a time.

But now the days are short, I’m in the autumn of the year…

The autumn of the year.

One thing that you become acutely aware of as you get older is that the days are short. They don’t seem to last as long as the days of youth, you don’t seem to get as much done and you certainly don’t feel thirty-five. My older brother insists the days are the same length. We are just slower, and that is OK, he says. Perhaps it is that.

As you reach your autumn, you realize, no matter how desperately you try to suppress the thought, that the days are indeed numbered. Even if you are optimistically believing that there are, let’s say, thirty-five years left, you know none will be like the year you were thirty-five.

With any luck at all, some will still be very good years.

If your life is like a fine wine, there will be many years that are a fine vintage. Wine aficionados will refer to this as a “very good year.” I hope to still have them. None are 17 or 21 or 35, nor will they be again. With any luck at all, however, I will be able to drink in the rest and enjoy them as if I were sitting in a vineyard in France with one of my best friends while we recall our great adventures together.

And I think of my life as vintage wine
From fine old kegs,
From the brim to the dregs,
It poured sweet and clear.
It was a very good year.

Although many had recorded this song, it won the Grammy Award for Best Vocal Performance, Male, in 1966 for Frank Sinatra.

It Was A Very Good Year, by Ervin Drake, 1961, lyrics © SONGWRITERS GUILD OF AMERICA OBO LINDABET MUSIC INC


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12 replies

  1. Lovely post, Rich, and very thought-provoking. Rather melancholy, much like the season of autumn always makes me feel.

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  2. what a great retrospective. i seem to remember great moments.

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  3. I find rating years or decades very difficult as they encompass such a variety of experiences. I can rate days with great clarity. For example, today was a very good day.

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    • I find it easier to identify a period with its music than by any other marker. Political events make moments in time, but music evolves, so you can always tell if it’s a 1960s or from the 90s. Sadly, I’ve gotten to an age where all the music either sounds like a reiteration of previous music or I don’t get it. I don’t mind the new versions. Some of them are really very good, but there’s other music that to me is more noise than music.

      But for me, music really does define definite periods of time. Even the breakup of some groups will often put a period to the end of the sentence. Like the breakup of the Beatles, for example. The breakup of Simon and Garfunkel even though Simon is still working, the music they made together was magical.

      This also might have to do with being a music major in college because classical music is even MORE evocative. Also I get to do things like say “Hey, I used to play that!” Not as well as whoever is playing it now, though. If I were that good, that’s what I’d be doing. Well, maybe writing too.

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      • In the latter half of life, we went to see artists because of the memories they provided. I saw the Simon and Garfunkel reunion tour, Fleetwood Mac reunion, Beach Boys reunion. I have often seen Chicago, but the opportunities were many.
        I took my mother to see Frank Sinatra when they restored the Chicago Theater. That was her throwback memory. I think he must have been 70 or 71. He did not disappoint. He was awesome.

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    • We have had some good days this year, but let face it, the last two years were a poor vintage.

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  4. That’s such a great song. I think it’s one of Garry all time favorites — especially that particular version. And you found all our favorite photographs, too. I’m still waiting for fall to REALLY show up! Tomorrow we are going to the orchard for apples. Maybe there will be autumnal stuff along the way. I’ll bring the camera 😀

    I think I peaked in my early forties, after I got back from Israel and Garry and I had connected. I sort of gathered all the things I’d done in my life and went out and got a nice little career. A bit short, but still, those were good times.

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