I’ve been confronted with my age ta couple of times this weekend. It was not an altogether pleasant trip down memory lane.
Woodstock Then and Now was on the History Channel last night. In the summer of 1969, I was a junior, about to be senior, in high school. A couple of my classmates went to Woodstock – they were legends. Last night’s show featured clips of musicians and attendees (half a million of them!) and some really great music – overlayed shots from 1969 with flash forwards to current times. Country Joe looks like a middle-aged software engineer (he’s not). The couple who were on the cover of the Woodstock soundtrack album – yes, album – commented throughout. They look like a nice, middle-aged couple. Respectable. Who knew?
In an earlier conversation, I was describing the big deal it was for my sister and me to see the Sound of Music when it debuted. My grandmother had to get box office tickets from the movie theater in Buffalo, NY — we were visiting her. Can you imagine? At that point my son told me “You are old!” Well, I guess I am, but I don’t feel that old.
Life is passing by a lightning speed. When I look in the mirror, I want to see the girl who used to wear electric blue eye shadow and long straight hair — what is looking back at me is a much older model of that face with much more conservative bows to fashion. No more electric blue for me — no more fringey tops or bell bottoms either. Maybe that’s not such a bad thing.
I’d better get cracking on that bucket list!