The summer of 1969 was an amazing time in our history. I share my 40th birthday with many memorable moments and I’ve always been proud that I was born in '69. And pleased that I wasn’t a 70’s baby.
A man walked on the moon in the summer of 1969.
Woodstock happened in 1969.
And in 1969, Sesame Street was born.
I also tread very lightly that some not so great things happened the year I was born. Chappaquiddick. The Stonewall Riots. The Manson Murders. And British Troops were sent to Northern Ireland.
As I approach my 40th year I find it interesting to reflect on life way back when. And I’m looking forward to and embracing the big 4-0, happy to have reached such a milestone.
Is this what they thought the internet would look like back in 1969?
I’ve had a little piece of paper that I cut out of a National Geographic magazine about 20 years ago. It says, “André Kertész led a fortunate life, though he always vehemently argued otherwise."
I don’t remember the article that the quote came from and I’m not sure what I was thinking when I tore this piece of paper out. But it has had a permanent place in my Filofax all these years, taped to a picture of my brother and me.
It is a reminder, to myself, that I have led a very fortunate life. And, unlike André, I'm not arguing otherwise. I am blessed with incredible people around me. And I'm pretty damn happy about turning 40.