Sometimes I wonder if there is an exact time point when we, the older ones, feel disconnected from the younger generations. Does it happen overnight or is it a slow process? When do we lose touch with each other?
The young people, they would have such a good life if they would just listen to us because we know it all, or at least we pretend we do. Many of us have forgotten, that we were exactly the same way. My Grandma, the wonderful woman who raised me, called my music “Monkey music,” and she didn’t even find words to describe my bellbottom pants and my platform shoes. She just lifted her eyebrow and shook her head in absolute disapproval, when she looked at me.
I have the same look on my face these days when I look at some of the tattoos and body piercings. Each young generation grows up without a good taste for the “right” music and without any style and class. Or how else could it be that the things that I adored are being called vintage now? And why is my music played on an oldie station?
Blogging opened my eyes to the generation gap. I follow young writers as well as older, mature bloggers like myself. How can I understand the broken heart of a 20-year-old, when I am occupied thinking about my beautiful life and my long marriage? Many of us oldtimers hear the clock ticking and we start writing about our life; we share anecdotes and stories, some of us even write memoirs and biographies.
We write about our life; we don’t want our life to be forgotten. Or maybe we just write to sort things out? We go back to our roots and many of us linger in the past. So many questions are on our mind, we long for answers…even if there can’t be any.
I am the last generation of my family, there won’t be any more after my demise. This is it. I am the last one standing. We didn’t have children and my family tree will not grow anymore and now I am fine with it. It took a while until I understood that one person or one family rarely matters, it is all of us who matter. Each generation matters and writes -or rewrites- history.
I feel worried about the younger generations, in the same way, they were worried about us when we were young. I worry about their future and the possibility of war. Will they make it? I often smile, when I realize that I start to sound like my Grandmother. The young generation will be fine, they will find their own way, the same way we did.
So, I will continue to write a little bit about my life and my experiences and I hope I will never be the older lady, who goes around feeling disconnected from the youth.
We didn’t know it all either when we started…may I never forget that!