Memories are made of this

I wonder if the world of Jean, the contributor who kindly became my precious guinea pig, would have thought our brave new world of 2013 be a better place to be than her world. Did people care any more about their neighbours; perhaps with the absence of white goods, designer everything, gadgets, whizzy things and disposable things folk might have been contented. Few worried about the class system; you were either poor or rich. The rich using the services of the poor to support their way of life.

Yesterdays simple world, which was stacked against the working man who knew his place, has been replaced by a painful class system. No-one can feel they have achieved; unless they continue to climb the invisible ladder.....rungs always just out of sight. So fearful of not owning their own house, their children in the right school in order to attain the right job. Does this mean that somehow folk are losing the essence of who they are or what they might become because of someone else's dream.

Why can't we stop the need to be better than someone else; why is their a need to be anything other than average. If we could stop and had time to reflect then surely we would see the true injustices instead of turning on the weak and the vulnerable.

Yesterdays people were poorer in monetary terms but not, I don't think in their hearts