I’ve been slightly ambushed by the past in the past few months.
We recently had a 40th (actually 41st for complicated reasons) anniversary reunion of my time in college. So all of us who were once fresh young graduates, world at our feet, are now the seasoned and greyed end-of-career types talking about retirement and needing reading glasses–with all our working and adult life placed between these two milestones.
I met a lot of people for the first time, former fellow students. One was a High Court Judge. One had shared a flat with Tim Berners-Lee and thought at the time that his web invention wasn’t all that good. One sold off zombie companies for a living and made hundreds redundant with a single phone call.
It was a lovely day. Wandering around beforehand (King’s College is on the river Thames in London, by Waterloo Bridge, still the most breathtaking location), I thought London was less grimy, all the shops had changed, it was a beautiful city, a wonderful place to be a student. I don’t remember it being quite so difficult to walk along the Strand without getting breathless.
We’ve also lost a close relative through death in recent months and one side effect of that has been sorting through his old things. Someone had bought him an archive of the day’s newspaper (the Daily Telegraph as it happened) that was published on his birthday every day of his life. It showed the newly minted leader of the opposition, Margaret Thatcher, receiving 51 roses for her 51st birthday from the Young Conservatives in the 1970s. Flip through the pages and you find the 80-something Margaret Thatcher, with her son and his wife. She barely seemed to know what was going on.
Reading the books on his bookshelf I found a history of the Lyons teashop family, its entrepreneurial rise, its dramatic post-war fall. The Strand in London has some relics of it still (the Strand Palace Hotel for example), and back when I was a student, a Wimpy Bar, another Lyons innovation, soon to be eaten in turn by the fast-growing McDonald’s.
Time like an ever-flowing stream bears all its sons away. Waterloo Bridge and the Strand remain for a time. Lyons Teashops and Corner Houses and hotels pass away. We all age and curl and fall. How important to live for things bigger and longer-lasting than our lives.