It’s been said that I resist change. However, it’s not so much change I resist as it is losing the Past completely. Our Past is our History, and to lose History altogether is to never learn from change, or to be unable to understand how to shape the Future.
In my apartment building, we lost comfy carpet in the community room TV area to fake hardwood floors. Fake, mind you. Our modest library of actual books is succumbing to a new computer area. New faked information, if you will. Under protest, management agreed to salvage a smaller library, rotating new books into the condensed old stock.
Well, okay; half a victory.
Beautiful blossoming trees were removed from the front of the building because their juicy red berries terribly messed the fence and sidewalk, notably when birds pecked at them to snatch a meal. Agreed; but where are the replacements to beautify the bare, bark chip area at the curb?
This could go on for awhile, but the point is, especially about books, that we continue to let changes, particularly via computer, overtake our information resources, and it isn’t reliable as the researched books of the Past.
Where is the Past going? Do our children and grand children know of our Past? Is there a valid reason for wiping our the learning of cursive writing? Etc.
There’s a wild, unreasonable trend, here, to abolish a way of life, and it’s woefully under-researched. And I’m worried and frustrated about the Past slipping further and further from the minds of our Future generations.
Photo from the personal and copyrighted collection of Barbara Anne Helberg