I've included what I consider to be a pretty reasonable article on the subject. My mother suffered from post-polio syndrome all her life. I'm grateful for the medical tech that allowed my father to live an additional twenty-seven years following his first heart attack and the therapies that allowed my sister to survive cancer.
To the neo-luddite who penned the original essay, I say, "fuck the good old days."
Ah, those were the good old days!
By Georgette HuffTHE REVIEW • 2/16/2004
Not long ago I walked into a store as the clerks were having a conversation among themselves. I’m a “regular” at that store so they included me in the conversation, which centered on a familiar theme: “I don’t remember things ever being this bad. I wish we could go back to how it used to be.”
You’ve heard it, too, haven’t you, and always in the same somber tones, accompanied by rueful expressions and head-shaking. I can’t remember a period in my life when I haven’t heard it, and you know what? It’s annoying.
Oh, sure. There are moments when we long for those days gone by, when, in our memories at least, it seemed that life was soooo much simpler. And kinder. And better, somehow. But, the thing is, when it was the good old days, people were wishing for the even better ones before that. In other words, the human condition seems to be one of perpetual dissatisfaction.
But, OK, I try to keep an open mind about some things, so I’m willing to look back on those halcyon days of yore.
Let’s begin with health issues. Never mind the “Black Plague” of the 14th century, which eradicated nearly one-third of Europe’s population; the early 20th century had its own horror, an influenza epidemic that killed 22 million people.
Before the discovery of penicillin, one of the first “miracle drugs,” people routinely died from everyday infections and curable diseases such as pneumonia.
And until the Salk and Sabin vaccines effectively put an end to polio outbreaks, every parent’s fear was that their child would be next. (My childhood was marked by my mother’s dread as the “dog days” approached. Swimming was forbidden; nor could we over-exert ourselves in any way. That may not have been how polio was transmitted, but you’d never have convinced my mother, so we were restricted to sedentary activities every August.)
Thanks to amazing strides in medicine and widespread common knowledge of good health care, some of the scourges of the past have disappeared and others are no longer as frightening as they once were.
The average life expectancy increased nearly thirty years over the course of the 20th century. Was it better in the old days, when children routinely died from such common ailments as measles, and when a 50-year-old was already “an old codger?”
Then consider the increased opportunities for families to own their own homes. What was once reserved for only the privileged few is now possible for almost anyone willing to work and save to achieve that dream.
Consider, too, what’s in those homes. The indoor plumbing and central heating and electricity that are now thought of as birthrights were, a few generations ago, luxuries found only in the grandest homes.
It hasn’t been that long since educational opportunities and career possibilities expanded for everyone. Was it better when African-Americans were excluded from consideration for all but the most menial jobs, and women’s “choices” were limited to nurse, teacher and housewife? Honorable professions, yes, but would we want to return to the days when very little else was available?
Even without my raving about the marvels of modern technology that we take more and more for granted, you can see which way I’m leaning on the good old days. Still, some things were better.
Family life centered around — family. Sunday trips to the mall don’t create the same shared memories as three-generation dinners at Grandma’s house.
And, I think, the overload of information we have at our fingertips, about every event, contributes to a kind of sensory short-circuit that makes us occasionally long for the days when news took longer to reach us, was more “remote” and, therefore, easier to ignore.
Nevertheless, even if we could, I doubt if we would want to give up all the advances we’ve seen just in our lifetimes. The reason it’s annoying to hear how awful “now” is, compared to “then,” is that it often seems to be enough of an excuse for people to sit back and do nothing.
Maybe the way to alleviate the yearning for the old days it to invest more care in the here and now. Get involved, lend a hand, re-acquaint with some of the simple pleasures we remember so fondly.
That way, not only will the times we live in be more appealing, we can even make NOW what the next generations look back on as, you guessed it, “the good old days.”
ghuff@alliancelink.com
The PDF version can be found here:
http://www.the-review.com/archive/02162004/PDF/A04.pdf