I'm in the checkout at the grocery store, having had to pick up a few things, and noticed that one of the tabloids had Princess Diana's picture on it, along with a headline intimating that her death was not an accident.
I shook my head and commented about it to the cashier: "Honestly, do they have nothing else to write about than Princess Diana, when she's been dead for 15 years?"
"How exactly did she die again?" the cashier asked.
I looked at her, thought "seriously?"-- and then realized that she was probably only about 18. It hit me that, being only a toddler in 1997, she would have no personal memory of Princess Di's passing.
Still, it was surreal to have to explain to this girl that Diana was killed in a car wreck in Paris while being chased through a tunnel by paparazzi. I could only imagine that this is how people my parents' age feel telling someone of a younger generation that John F. Kennedy was shot in Dallas.
Strange to have vivid memories of a major world news event , and to encounter people who don't.
My brother and I often talk about how old we feel around New Englanders who don't remember the Blizzard of '78.
ReplyDeleteI'm glad to find you're still blogging - too bad you couldn't save your former posts and transfer them here. Be sure to check out how you can save your blog posts in blogger. I do it monthly.
Hi Elizabeth, great to see you. :-) Yeah, unfortunately there was no way to archive my posts, but I know you can do that with Blogger.
ReplyDeleteAs for the Blizzard of '78, I was 3 at the time, and though I don't personally have any memoryof it, I do have a pic of myself standing outside our house, wrapped in about 20 layers of clothing and standing amid 4-foot tall snow drifts.