I find myself thinking tonight of my parents. As the world apparently melts down and the future is awash somewhere in the liquefied remains, I'm reminded theirs was dubbed the Greatest Generation, and I'm reminded of why.
They lived through the Great Depression and then through World War II on its tails. My old man lost his father when he was 15 in the mid-'30s and made his own way and headed to the Pacific Theater when he was called. More or less called. He joined the Navy because he preferred sailing to marching.
My mom was the youngest child in a single-parent family. They had them then, too. My grandmother had been abandoned by one husband and was left a widow by a second.
Mom held the homefront. Her brothers went to Germany.
The Depression and the war were the realities of their teens and twenties.
I've never really sat back and thought about what the '50s must have looked like when they finally rolled around. I wonder if there's something like that in our future.
And what will they say of us, those people of the future, and our generation as we are looked at further down the road?