Back in the dear dead days of the late 60s – early 70s, nostalgia was all the rage. Insofar as I remember.
It was a craze that has stood me in good stead while watching Jeopardy, as I know many things from the times of long ago, picked up and squirreled away in the hidden cupboards of my Miss Havisham‘s house of memory.
One thing I picked up during those years, I have still.This is a watch. It was originally a wristwatch, believe it or not, although it’s HUGE. It completely fills my palm. The bits that held it to the watchband long ago gave up the ghost, and now I wear it on a chain around my neck. I still can’t tell time on it very well, something that seems more important now than it did in the 60s/70s.
The handsome fellow depicted is Rudolph Valentino as The Sheik. ~swoon~ What a dreamboat! This watch makes me very happy, and brings back floods and waves of memories, including the smell of patchouli incense and the queasy feeling black light always gave me.
Oh, those dear days of promise! I do miss them. We were so innocent, and we thought we were so naughty. And simultaneously virtuous, you know. Our naughtiness was a higher virtue than our parents’ virtue, you know. Uh-huh.
A WRITING PROMPT FOR YOU: What was your main character’s attitude toward the generation just before and the generation before that? Both the same, or positive for one and negative for another or what?