Monday, 18 February 2013
COMICS AND CHAIRS AT TWELVE O'CLOCK...
When I was a boy, I lived just up the road from my primary school and sometimes nipped home for lunch. As I sat at the table, I would steal surreptitious glances at whatever comic I happened to have, lying next to me on the floor as I scoffed my midday meal. Even when we moved some years later, I maintained the habit of putting a comic on the floor to look at as I ate. I couldn't read it of course, but I'd leave it open at a favourite page and just gaze at it between stuffing forkfuls of food into my gob.
The other day, while browsing through a 1960s back issue, I realised I could easily be sitting on the exact same chair on which I perched while looking at my original copy of the same comic back in 1967. We had four dining room chairs, two of which were given away (along with our original dining room table) when my parents bought some new ones in early 1981. Two chairs were kept as spares though, and eventually found their way into other rooms, one of which happens to be my own.
In fact, I'm sitting on the chair as I type (the other one currently residing in the loft, being in need of minor repairs), and the notion that there's a one in four chance it may be the very one I sat on back in 1967 as I read that issue is an extremely comforting one. (I'd have sat on each of the chairs at some time or other, as I didn't always sit at the same table-place, depending on who else was present.)
There's something about a sense of continuity that's immensely reassuring. It connects us to our past in such a way that allows us to occasionally forget that we're farther along in life's journey than we care to consider. And, if you ask me, that's a good thing.
Posted by Kid at Monday, February 18, 2013