I was happy to see the theme of “Signs” in Nancy’s photo challenge. I take pictures of all kinds of signs with the thought that they may help illustrate (in a fun way) something I’m writing about. Below are a few from my archives:
This colorful sign announces the entrance/exit to the Cocoa Beach Pier in Florida.
Here’s a sign I saw on the way to Pittsburgh during my recent trip home to Pennsylvania. It’s a bit fuzzy, but I’d never seen one like it before.
I also took this photo while in western PA (hence the Cleveland Indians logo.) Notice the small sign in the lower left corner. It’s amazing to me that you’d have to tell people NOT to put their cigarette butts on the “window seal…”
I suppose this is for people who might want to drink from the sink (because the only other source of water in here was the toilet!) Of course, depending how you read this, you might think it’s simply advising you not to drink non-potable water; not that it’s specifically referring to the water here.
Ah, the wonder years; so sweet, so fleeting, so….long ago.
Or maybe only yesterday? I suppose it varies for everyone.
Okay, so it wasn’t all bad. I remember some amazing things, like the Apollo 11 mission. I stood on the beach in Florida and watched Neil Armstrong and his crew blast off from Kennedy Space Center, headed for the moon. Four days later, on a black and white television screen, we watched his historic moonwalk. I would go on to witness many more positive and negative world events.
My own family was very fortunate during this time. Everyone, including aunts, uncles, and grandparents, were still “young.” There were only a couple of funerals throughout those years and the only near tragedy was an auto accident that left my uncle in critical condition and a coma for a week. Fortunately, he recovered and lived another 40+ years.
So, when I reminisce about those days, everything has the nostalgia that comes from selective memory. We have the unique knack of forgetting the bad stuff and retaining the good.
Childhood was long enough ago that the unhappiness and bad times have sufficiently faded. Unfortunately, much of the good stuff has also. I have to make a concerted effort to remember those days, but the pleasure comes more quickly than the pain.
For me, those years represent an all-too-short period of time when worries were for grownups and we were in the business of having fun. We would learn that always and never don’t apply. That bad things can and do touch our lives. That not all change is good and some people don’t live happily ever after.
But those happy memories stay with us, like a sweet gift that we tuck away in a drawer, to be pulled out whenever we want. Memories are the only real connection to the past that lasts and, if we’re lucky, they stay with us to the end.