Nostalgia: A Blessing or Curse?

Nearly all the model railroaders I know fell into the hobby through nostalgia’s portal; a boy, waiting for his father on a station platform each evening, searching for the familiar, weary face among a crowd of identical commuter overcoats and fedoras; a five-year old sits proudly at the controls of a Lionel train layout, her father gently guiding her as she runs a locomotive across the tracks.  For these hobbyists,  model railroading is the touchstone for poignant childhood memories.

Although the term “nostalgia” today implies the recall of happy memories and simpler times, it was first used in 1770 by the Swiss scholar Johannes Hofer, who defined it as “severe homesickness considered as a disease.”

Nostalgia Origins

Hindsight isn’t always 20/20; our childhood memories are often hazy, clouded by our natal drive for security and love.  My parents were neither saints nor sinners; while I have many fond memories of time spent with my father, I now recognize that his inability to provide me with a sense of safety and protection coated my childhood with anxiety and gravity.  Despite this burden, I grew to love him unconditionally, my glassful of memories neither half-empty nor half-full.

Our parents’ nostalgia for the past renders us one generation further removed from historical clarity. Marrying later than most (Mom at 33; Dad at 39) they still had five children; my friends’ parents were a generation younger than mine. A decade after their fathers returned from the First World War, the Great Depression cast a shadow of worry and hardship over my parents’ childhoods. Yet, whenever they spoke of this time, my parents shared mostly stories of thrift, hard work and a sense of community; their survival blurring the accuracy of their memories, along with my ability to truly understand and appreciate the impact of their experiences.

The chronic tension between past realities and nostalgia’s distortions drew me to the study of history, a discipline of assessing facts and evidence to explore and resolve conflicting interpretations of “what really happened and why.” Examining one’s personal history by reconciling childhood memories and biases with the facts and evidence of our parents’ unique circumstances, particularly the challenges they faced and burdens they carried at the time, can grant us understanding and peace of mind as adults. Sadly, nostalgia often clouds our perspectives with wishes or myths, undermining our ability to clearly discern the facts and evidence.  We protect ourselves (and perhaps, our parents) with distorted memories, choosing to evade or ignore the unvarnished truth of what really happened, and why.

Politicians often harken back to “simpler times,” claiming that today is so much worse than the past, with prior leaders, outsiders, or foreign entanglements taking the blame.  Historians know that there was never a time in human history when things were great—at least not for the vast majority of people.  Historical accounts of the rise and fall of civilizations long gone reveal more complex causes; yet a consistent theme in these narratives is the comfort humans find in simple explanations that point fingers at both external and internal enemies, all under the nostalgic appeal of returning to “the good old days.” History is filled with tales of how such tactics lead us down the path to calamity.

After a tragedy, people say, “we will never forget.”  Yet who can remember what they did not themselves experience?  As the years, decades, and centuries pass, the veil of nostalgia becomes increasingly opaque, obscuring the facts, rendering our minds increasingly malleable to misinterpretation and myth, and to versions of events twisted by the greed and power.  When we lose touch with our own history—when we refuse to question; to ask for and examine the evidence to determine for ourselves what actually happened at the time, we willingly surrender our ability—our right—to discern truth from lies, right from wrong, left from right, and up from down, allowing others to tell us what think and what to believe.  Perhaps Johannes Hofer was right after all. Nostalgia may be a disease; perhaps a fatal one.

  8 comments for “Nostalgia: A Blessing or Curse?

  1. Alan Mende
    November 1, 2018 at 8:37 pm

    Thaqk you so much, Mary, for your insightful thoughts on nostalgia. I get the feeling that you are decidedly NOT among the followers of the false MAGA.


    • November 2, 2018 at 12:59 am

      Hi Alan! Thanks for your comment. My intent is not to be partisan, although I will say that I disagree with the “MAGA” concept, as I believe a core American value has always been to make the a world better place.

      Best regards,


  2. Stephanie Rogers
    November 1, 2018 at 10:41 pm

    Thank you Mary! I love reading your work! Keep it coming!


  3. November 2, 2018 at 3:49 pm

    Your posts never cease to impress me how articulate and thoughtful you are. Best Regards Eric Edwards

    Sent from my iPhone

    Eric R Edwards Edwards Vintage and Classic Motorsport Edwards Antique Automobiles International



    • November 2, 2018 at 9:07 pm

      Thank you Eric! I hope you and Chris are well. Cheers!


  4. Craig
    January 16, 2019 at 8:59 pm

    Mary, Just caught up on your July and November posts. I love catching up with you. Nostalgia – okay, so I’m diseased! LOL Apparently, it’s contagious. Does having some of your dad’s trains put me into either the July (hoarding) or November (nostalgia) categories. Yeah, probably, but I enjoy that stuff so much. I hope you keep writing and we hope to meet up with you and your hubby again!


    • January 16, 2019 at 10:04 pm

      Haha! Glad you enjoyed the posts. Be well!


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