As a 73 year old growing up in immediate post war Liverpool, with bomb sites, outdoor plumbing and rationing; I know my grandchildren will never really understand what makes me tick.
I’ve been doing quite a bit of family research recently, lots of dates and facts, but I will never really comprehend the lives my ancestors lived.
Probably why, although we may study history, humanity rarely takes any lessons from It, and relies on a cosy rose tinted nostalgia for the “good old days”