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By
the time you receive this paper the old bearded fellow (Father
Time) will have reversed the hour glass, turned it over to the New
Year baby, and vanished into history. I do not know who dreamed up
these symbols but I know it was not one of many winters. A fellow
even my age would never imagine a year could grow old in such a
short time. It seems only yesterday that we were welcoming 1980;
and 1960 is still "recently." Without a doubt, it was a
very young person who suggested a single year should be
represented by an old man. It was one who practically waited forever
for marble season, school out, or Christmas.
College
students are returning to campus from their first homecoming, and
they will tell me wistfully, "My home town has changed!"
I didn't have the heart to warn them. In '79 I attended a reunion
of my High School graduation class, schoolmates of '33. But for
some reason or other the only ones present were some slightly
familiar old folk — a little bit disappointing. And their
memories were terrible. No one seemed to recall those important
things I wanted to discuss. They kept bringing' up things that may
never have happened. Well, anyhow, they couldn't prove
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them by me.
Of
course I knew from previous experience that there is no such thing
as "going back." The "green green grass of
home" is not quite as green as we remember it, and the old
girl friend is not the same because we are not the same. Both the
transmitter and the receiver, the object and the eye of the
beholder, have changed.
This
is a good time for check up, for remembering the past, and how
swiftly time has flown; and for taking stock of the changes time
has wrought in our lives. It is a good time for resolutions
affecting our future — realizing that tomorrow will arrive as
swiftly as yesterday departed. But for the greatest benefit our
reflections must convince us that NOW IS A GOOD TIME!
Our
yesterdays brought us to today, and today will shape us for
tomorrow. There is no going back; and there is a going ahead only
upon the foundation we are laying NOW. The moment you now hold in
your hand is the seed for the tomorrow of your dreams.
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