What ever happen to nostalgia? Arrr, those were the days?

Answer 1

When I hear certain music, it makes me sad, glad, takes me back. Last night my partner asked me: "Why do we get sad when we listen to all this old music? (Tiny Bubbles, Mississippi....etc...). My reply was that it takes us back to a time in our lives when we were surounded by sadness, but we were not yet aware of it, we were innocent to it, we remember mommy &/or Daddy used to smile. When before we realised that their is violence in the home or we were adopted, etc...etc...etc....It is going back to just a split second in time, innocence of just one split second. I had sadness in my life, him as well, but there was that split second.....a happy split second, u remeber the feeling slightly, it makes u sad........

Answer 2

Nostalgia is still there. ("Those were the days" reminds me of the two theme songs from All in the Family with the character Archie Bunker.)

Some of us do not want to remember the past. That is our option. Some of us were already in mourning on September 11, so would rather not think about it.

Some of us remember watching the protests outside the 1968 Chicago Democratic Convention - and decided to be a Democrat - just from a reaction to what I saw on television. I'm sure someone who was actually there might feel very different than I would.

Some of us remember in the beginning of a Chemistry exam learning that John Lenon died. I passed the test, but I had a hard time dealing with my feelings about John Lennon's death. (I'm still a Beatle fan.)

To some of us nostalgia is what other people feel when they remember there past and talk about how good it was then. To others we know it was worse then than now, in a lot of ways.

We have not forgotten nostalgia. We call it listening to the "Oldies but Goodies" or genealogy with memories of your family. It has just been renamed.

Answer 3

Oh lord, how I miss nostalgia. It saddens me. Oh for those boyhood days when it never rained in the Summer and Winters were warm, even the snow. Cobblers, you can keep it. Read on - memories of policing London's East End many years ago:

The Good Old Days: C.1969

Bring back the good old days again, when we were young and free,
When we were fit and felt no pain, when we were twenty-three.
We laughed all day, and drank all night, from dusk until day-break,
With ten ‘ P’ fags, and ten ‘ P’ beer, we lived on sirloin steak.

No guns, no bombs, no radios, no need a three foot stick,
No riot gear, no night-time fear; just don’t go down the ‘ Wick’.
When Magistrates were strong but fair, like old McElligott,
When ‘ No Comment’ was never heard, and villains said ‘ Fair Cop’.

But memory, it plays sad tricks, the hurt it does erase,
It numbs the mind; it makes one blind, and leaves us only praise.
But think you of the cold and damp, the hunger-pain and stomach cramp,
The dying child, the dirty room, the poverty, the dismal gloom.
The rasping cough, the winter smog, bodies unburied, graves undug.
The rubbish heaps, streets upswept, I swear to God, I often wept.

For truth is times were seldom good, no happiness and little food.
So don’t say you now how times are tough, no overtime, pay’s not enough,
Or I’ll take you back to days gone bye, then you will know, not wonder why,
That I accept the modern ways and you can keep The Good Old Days.

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Answer 4

Much of the nostalgia I remember was good, growing up in the 50's and 60's. The worst crime problems we had were the occasional stabbings at the local Drive-In. Service Stations provided great customer attention, Milk and other products were delivered to your door by people who cared about customer service. There was a "Television Code" where the content of TV shows was self guided by the industry. Neighbors cared about each other, and were there to help if needed. People were patriotic, and voted regularly. There were few lobbyists and special interest groups controlling ligislation in congress. A Mother could stay home and raise children because a single family member could earn a wage suitable to raise a family on. People went to church on Sunday, because nothing else was open, they had time for their families. Unfortunately, blacks also had to sit at the rear of the bus and could only use certain restrooms, were segregated to live in certain areas of town and could only attend certain schools. We left the bad behind, unfortunately we also left the good behind..

Answer 5

I had a very unhappy early part of my life (the bit between leaving home in 1995 and 2004) so would rather not be nostalgic, as "These are the days" as far as I am concerned. Give me a few years and I will be nostalgic then!

Answer 6

I have nothing to be nostalgic about, as I'm only 17. But, i do beleive that when i'm older and grayer I will look back on my childhood, some parts anyway, and smile.

Answer 7

Bread lines, commie hunts, burning cities, Nazi aggression.

Yes, I so yearn for that

Answer 8

I don't remember . . .