My nostalgia obsession: standing in for my lost past.


I’m a nostalgia junkie.  I’m nostalgic about the ’60s, ’70s, ’80s, and ’90s.  I can’t decide what my favorite decade of those four is.  They were all pretty awesome in their own ways.   Hell, I think I’m even beginning to drum up a little nostalgia for the ’00s (what do we call that decade anyway?) even though it pretty much sucked (will it suck as much in 20 years when it seems a lot less recent?)   I’ve even been known to get nostalgic over decades I didn’t even live through–the ’20s, ’40s and ’50s come to mind.

I don’t know if some people are more prone to be drawn to nostalgia than others. Maybe it’s something that happens to you when you get older, but I know plenty of twentysomethings who are REALLY into the ’90s, which if they remember any of it at all, they only remember it from the viewpoint of a very young child.   Most twentysomethings were BORN in the ’90s, for heaven’s sake.   But compared to today?  The ’90s seem innocent, even quaint.   Maybe they’re pining for that last breath of societal innocence before all hell broke loose after 9/11 which coincided with the massive shipping of good jobs overseas while those here became increasingly uncaring about their workers.  Making things worse was the complete loss of any sense of privacy due to new technologies that made it possible for anyone who wished to spy on you or find out things about you you’d rather no one know.

Some cynics who look askance at those of us drawn to nostalgia think it means we’re depressed or unhappy and must always escape to the past to cope with present life.     I don’t think that’s true, and let’s be honest, the past WAS better than the present.   At least for those of us in our second half of life, in the past not only was everything better, WE were better, at least physically.  We were still young and attractive and healthy and the future seemed filled with endless possibilities.   The older you get, the more your options seem to narrow.  The more you find that age discrimination is a very real problem.


Time seems to speed up the older you get.   The gap between say, 1974 and 1994 seems like an eternity, while the same gap between 1996 and 2016 seems like a blip.   The strange thing is, even Millennials are saying time is speeding up for them too.   Like us oldsters, they also think of hardly any time passing since Y2K when it’s actually been 16 years.

One possibility is that things really haven’t changed that much since 2000–or 1996 for that matter–and that’s what makes it seem like time isn’t moving.   Or at least not the popular culture and the way people dress.  The outer trappings may have changed very little, but if you look deeper, there have been massive changes in technology and the overall way we live.   In 1996, the Internet was brand new, so new most people weren’t online yet.   Being online was nothing like being online today.   It was an entirely different experience, and a lot more exciting for being so new, even if what was available online was limited and not all that interesting.   In 1996, hardly anyone had a cell phone, no one sent texts, there were no GPS devices; Facebook, Twitter and all other social media we take for granted did not yet exist.  People still used Usenet and Telnet (DOS based) chat and gaming rooms.  You had to get off the Internet to use the house phone.

Connecting with my younger self.


I think for me, my attraction to nostalgia is a way of attempting to connect to my past, so I can connect with my younger child-self.   Raised in a fractured, dysfunctional family that constantly moved, where nothing was permanent, where people shun and disown each other and don’t speak to each other for years, where family pictures–even entire photo albums and lovingly drawn child-portraits–are thrown away as if they’re nothing more than out of date newspaper circulars; where old toys, magazines, books, and records were callously given to The Salvation Army because it was just “clutter,” where the past had no meaning or sacredness, where reminiscing is haughtily dismissed as “wallowing.”

Unlike in normal families, where an adult child can often count on returning to their childhood room while visiting the home they were raised in, where their old toys and photos are lovingly kept stored away but can easily be retrieved for reminiscing, my past was as temporary as the homes we lived in, something to be forgotten and tossed out with the trash.    I might as well have been a foster child.

I have exactly 15 photos of myself as a child and teenager that I managed to salvage.  Right, just 15.  (I have a few more of me in my 20s).   At one time there were probably hundreds of pictures, since I remember my dad took pictures any opportunity he had, but neither of my parents have any idea what happened to them.   None of my toys, books, schoolwork, awards, or records were saved; what I didn’t take with me got given or thrown away.  A very large pastel portrait drawn of me at age 6 has somehow been “lost.”  Really?  I wonder about that.  How does a family “lose” such a large object that once meant so much that it hung over the mantel in the living room?

So, you see, my connections to my past are extremely sparse.  Besides those 15 photos and a few odds and ends (a newspaper article about me and a few other kids in a “silly hat contest” when I was about 6, a few letters from summer camp ’71 addressed to my parents, a mimeographed day camp newsletter in which I remember being so excited to be a “published author” because they published a single sentence I wrote about an arts and crafts project I had done; a single framed lithograph of my zodiac sign I’ve had since I was 12; and bizarrely, a sterling silver and mother of pearl baby rattle given to my mother by someone when I was born), I have nothing from my distant past, no tangible reminders of my early years.   I’ve noticed since I’ve been in therapy having more desire to have these long-lost things, I think because having these visual reminders would help me remember key events and bring them into the present for me so they can be worked on.  Maybe that’s another way my family sabotaged me–by making my journey to wellness more difficult by eradicating anything I could connect to my past.

I often look at nostalgia sites, reading about music, fashion, news events, old ads, and popular culture from when I was young or younger.   Lately, I’ve been doing it more frequently than I ever have.    I don’t think it’s really because things today are so much worse or because I’m getting old; I think my fascination is my attempt to find an alternative route to connect with myself at an earlier age. In leiu of being able to do this through personal mementos and old family photos, I have to resort to public nostalgia sites and old TV and music videos.   It’s still lots of fun though, even if the presence of useful triggers that could be used in my therapy are missing.


5 thoughts on “My nostalgia obsession: standing in for my lost past.

  1. Oh gosh! Where to begin with this?! So, I guess I’ll say that this was an excellent post. I mean, I’ve done more than my fair share of nostalgia postings and this was fantastic. I definitely agree (as a 90s baby with 90s fever) that the 90s were a far simpler time-even from the vantage point of a child. Maybe that’s simply because it camera phones and instant news weren’t available just yet, but I think people trusted each other more. I mean, I’m really sorry that you have a great sadness from before, but I hope that in the future, you’ll find the memories here are worth looking back on.
    If it makes you feel any better, I’ve never looked forward to anything quite so much as the potential for a roaring 20s revival (clothes and music-not racism and sexism). I wasn’t even alive, but I’m super ready for jazz!

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  2. I don’t even have 15 photos:( im so sad about this. I would love to have pics of my in my teens and 20’s
    I have like 1.
    one day I got mad and trashed a lot of family photos of me as a teen
    I go through my mom’s pics of all of us and there are a tiny handful
    practically none of teen years
    lots of young child years
    but theyre at her house and I have like 1 photo
    I looked so different too so id love to have some
    I was blonde,very blonde into young adulthood to late 20’s and I haven’t seen the blonde since
    when youre blonde that long.. baby/child to about 32…its your identity..who/what you see in the mirror
    I know its just hair color but it was me and my life too and how I saw myself and as the quotes say..something between the difference of an item or a feeling attached to a time or the reality.. and trying to recapture it through things… etc
    matched with the life itself somehow.. I was different..
    I cant go blonde now and recapture it either I thought about it but I knew that wouldn’t work
    I also cant decide between those decades and am hopelessly nostalgic

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    • I was a very blond child too, still blonde just not as much so. Now I have to “help” my hair color. In my teens, 20s I went darker–I wanted to be redhead, brunette, anything other than blonde, which I came to associate with my own weakness. Once I even went black. The real dark colors were all wrong for me, made me look like Morticia, haha.


  3. I agree with some of your conclusions and disagree with others. I think the value any individual gets out of nostalgia is another one of those distinct personality traits that vary among us, kind of like emotions! I am lucky and comfortable enough at this point in my life, both internally and externally, physically and emotionally, where I try to find more of the positives in both the past and the future.

    However, once again, one of your posts has spurred me to additional research, this time into “millenials”, “Gen X” and “Gen Y”. And once again, per Wikipedia “Millennials (also known as the Millennial Generation or Generation Y, abbreviated to Gen Y) are the demographic cohort between Generation X and Generation Z. There are no precise dates for when the generation starts and ends. Demographers and researchers typically use the early 1980s as starting birth years and use the mid 1990s to the early 2000s as final birth years for the Millennial Generation.” I plan to dig deeper into “X” v “Y” but going to “Z” would be just too far!

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    • I’m fascinated by generational theory and write about it a lot. Probably the best book out there is William Strauss and Neil Howe’s “Generations” published in 1991. They also wrote “The Fourth Turning,” also excellent.
      I disagree with the popular dates used by marketers and the media, I definitely do NOT think the Boom ended in 1964! People born in 1964 have next to nothing in common with people born in 1946. I use Strauss and Howe’s dates, which make more sense to me (but even they aren’t perfect and I could pick bones with them about a few things). Here they are, for the current living generations (they have named and dated every generation going back to the beginning of the founding of this nation):

      GI Generation: 1901 – 1924 (almost all deceased now)
      Silent: born 1925 – 1942
      Boom: 1943 – 1960 (Generation Jones, a hybrid of Boom and X, is 1955 – 1965, which I’m a part of — but S&H do not recognize it)
      X: 1961 – 1981
      Millennial: 1982 – 2004 (provisional–the ending date could still change and many experts set the ending date several years earlier).
      Homelander (Z generation): 2005 (?) –


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