As soon as I read the topic for this week’s photo challenge, I knew the EXACT picture I’d use to define it, and the video I’d embed at the post’s conclusion. Less clear then (and still) were the words I’d use to explain these choices. To paraphrase an old cliché, “I know it when I see it,” but further analysis of nostalgia is difficult. The couple on the left are my parents, and the year is sometime around 1953-55. Quite a handsome couple, yes? He of quintessential Italian darkness and she fair skinned, fully Irish. If you grew up around Boston after WW2, you were either 50/50 or 100% these nationalities, and fully Catholic…There was a sense of shared values in our neighborhoods and you knew where you fit. In truth, this picture sparked me to join Ancestry.com exactly one year ago this week. A longing for the time and place of my ancestral past, a sort of geneological nostalgia, floods me profoundly EVERY time I see this photo.
Being in recovery, I have a love/hate relationship with the concept of nostalgia: yearning for an idealized, (maybe even sanitized!) version of the past takes focus away from all the good things happening in my life today.
Melancholia is rarely worthwhile, except perhaps in music and songwriting. 😉 Click on the YouTube video below, to hear these beautiful lyrics come alive:
Only the sunset knows my blind desire for the fleeting,,
Only the moon understands the beauty of love,
when held by a hand….like the aura of nostalgia
Click here for the complete lyrics to Nostalgia, written by Emily Barker
Until next time…..
🙂 🙂 🙂