While waiting for a colleague this morning, I browsed through the gift and coffee shop where we were to meet. A small, somewhat pricey for its size, publication called my name.
"Remember when" it began and I was hooked. There was so much I knew and yet so much I hadn't realized about that historic year in which I was born. Just imagine, it was during the month of my birth that Frank Sinatra first was heard on radio's "Your Hit Parade". Later on, and certainly without consulting me, Adolf Hitler's Mein Kampf was published in the US and just three months later General Eisenhower was appointed Supreme Commander of the Allied Forces.
Coke sold for five cents a bottle, the average cost of a new house was $3,600 and gas sold for fifteen cents a gallon. At twenty-one cents a dozen for eggs, the hefty price of bacon, forty five cents per pound, was somewhat mitigated. A loaf of fresh baked bread cost ten cents and a pound of hamburger, thirty cents. While it sounds like a shopper's paradise, we can't forget that wages were corresponding low.
I also spent a lot of time this week going through letters exchanged between Mom and me prior to her passing last year. I read and re-read the articles I'd written and she'd deemed worthy of saving and I pored over accounts of events I'd long forgotten. My kids will have the job of getting rid of all that paper because I can't bear to part with it yet.
Both incidents reminded me of what Pontius Pilate said concerning his affirmation of the Deity of Jesus Christ: "What I have written, I have written".
Although I possibly could retract a published word, Pilate's testimony and God's Word stand for eternity.
PS: Figured out how old I am?
