The World in Color

[Socks]

I am watching a documentary called War in Color, and it features colored film
of everyday life and major events during WWII, scenes of life, shot by official
sources, journalists, and also private citizens across the world. It paints a
picture of the people and reality as it existed then, many many generations ago. 
To a time when thought was different and the human nature affected unlike it is
today. That is why it features narrated letters, diary entires, personal poems,
news paper clippings, and radio announcements from across the globe. Spanning,
the range of people, from school children in Belgium to country girls in France,
young soldiers from England and the Russian peasants in their shacks. It is
interesting their mind and tone, so real, so learned and so plainly clear.
Romantic but not in vain. These people where sophisticated and mature, so
original and profound.

Everyone dressed so well out in the streets, sharp, style and proper and
seriously kept. Who spoke so eloquently and to the point. They had little world
in which they strive and cherished and wished to keep. I am amazed. I am in
love with it all. The idea, the notion and the spirit of those souls. Those women,
those girls, those adorable ladies, how simple and yet how beautiful and
remarkable they must have been. Those people were in luck. No wonder that
society had some meaning, whatever its faults, some measure of merit, whatever
its shortcomings. People today are stupid, with too much information, but
little knowledge. With initiative and ignorance, with a sense of entitlement and
no appreciation for sacrifice. No awareness of a different perspective. Hardly
and original imagination. The images from the bombers to the fields and backyard
picnic and city streets to fields of shattered trees and hollow shells. I
wonder, how much worse and terrible we would fare in the face of carnage and
total war?

It's actually dignifying when your surrounding world improves instead of insults
you. Go and figure that. You actually want to experience it. And it will amount to
something, something tangible and rewarding and personal, and mutual. Hmm. . . I
guess this is what I am trying to express with all of my efforts, from words to
deeds, philosophy to behavior. It reminds I of me. And to think of the post war boom!
In every single sense and aspect of society! Who can be surprised or blame them?
The Hipster kids of the 50's with the development forward, born of parents in a
plainer order. All those roots and hearts of well intent, fighting and dreams and loss
of life, of immense and so great an impact. Led to what, led to us, the mess we are
today. Hmph, it's mediocre and unsettling, we live like fugitives in a pleasure land.
No real effort to look within, and truly see things as they are, just hurried chaos
and stranger progress.Join me in life and in belief. I cannot do much on my own.

[snoorkel]

I agree with the last bit, but I think you might reconsider the 'spirit of those souls' when you remember that until a few short decades ago there were separate drinking fountains for different races. back then you could ideologically manipulate someone with a direct phrase or poster, now our technologically enlightened culture demands much more subversive methods. it's all the same, but the only hope is in progress, not romanticizing foregone 'golden ages', because time distorts.

[vulpix]

yeah that time period seems romantic besides the institutionalized misogyny and racism

[Socks]

"I stole three eggs from the cellar, and went to the big square after school. I smashed them right into the faces of those bitches, with the shaved heads. They finally got what they deserved. I was not sure of what they had done. But it must have been something very bad."

Dutch school girl on suspected Nazi sympathizers.

Her fleshy cheeks were so red and her hair so blond. She was so beautiful. Her scarf was read and her eyes were blue, her dress was white and had black shoes. She spoke as if much older. How alive they seem, real, distinct, with depth and substance, when their character is so candidly observed.

You're right of course, it's human nature, naive and ever manipulative. Of course they were afraid of change and freedom, without the proper foundation of realization and intent, you know, morals and respect. I really don't know how much of our progress has been for progress sake, we have lost control of use and no longer know the consequence, things grow and morph all on their own, we simply ride along as passengers. Perhaps those harsh sentiments and stark views kept things in check. In their own twisted way.

[Cookie]

I love reading socks posts.

[FAMY2]

Sometimes I wish we could go back to those days. The simpler life like Mayberry RFD.  But I would miss the technology of this age.