Last week, I was scrolling through various Facebook pages and found the center snapshot above: my granddaughter Fiona enjoying the flowers.
And then, of course, I had to find these other two photos that remind me of flowers: Fiona as a toddler, on the left; and my daughter Heather on the right.
Awhile ago, I wrote a post over at Story Corner: Where Have All the Flowers Gone? A look back at the “flower child era” and how those times informed my life. A bit of nostalgia, a melancholy sentiment about how times change.
On a similar note, as I was driving home last night, I thought about all the things that used to be, but are no more.
On Shaw Ave. in Fresno, there is a place where an old Carnation Restaurant used to sit; after meetings and other night events, friends used to go there and eat, laugh, and talk. Anyone remember this place?
Ours didn’t look nearly as delicious as the one pictured above. It was a simple, one-story building on the corner of the mini-mall. But we created many memories there.
Then, in Fig Garden Village, there was a place called Farrell’s Ice Cream Parlor.
What I remember most about this place was how LOUD it was, but how the kids simply had to go there to celebrate their birthdays.
I often wonder what happened to this place? For awhile, an Applebee’s was there; now there is something else.
I guess that’s the way things happen: old things disappear, replaced by new things. New memories on top of the old ones.
Do you have favorite moments from the past? What new memories are filling in for the old ones?
What pushes your nostalgia button? Things that are no more? Or do you relish how new things come in place of the old ones?