A few years ago, the eggheads at the MN State Fair decided to raze Heritage Square. At first I thought it was a good idea, as it was old and had steep and crooked steps up into it. But now it is West End Market, where we also pick up the bus in and out of the fair. The old and had gone, and only new was left.
Gone was the circus train car crammed full of state fair memorabilia from over the years. Gone was the old gas station, and the old silversmith. The press was moved to another place where it is little noticed, and the little house you see in the upper right hand corner is still there, but you can't go through it. The circus train car is there too, but alas, you can't go through that either. And all the state fair memorabilia is in an air-conditioned modern building, with a very small portion of what used to be on display.
I was shocked that these old buildings were gone. What happened to them? At my old age I had finally began to appreciate the history in these old buildings, and now they are gone. My dad used to drag us through them when my sister and I were young. I found it very boring. But now I miss them. I even miss the old, steep, and crooked steps.
It is so easy to take for granted what we have. We don't miss it until it's gone. When it is, we finally realize how much it meant to us. I wonder if that's how my dad's generation feels about machinery hill. About how there are fewer farm implements and just more junk. My dad used to take what seemed forever there, now he hardly takes a glance.
I wonder if this is how the elderly feel. Time seems to have passed them by, and forgotten whatever contributions they ever made. Now they are having to ask their kids how to do things, things I am sure they never imagined would come about. My parents were born before TV, and look now how much it has changed. You can watch TV on your phone.
We forget history. And you know what they say, we are doomed to repeat it if we don't learn from it.
I want my Heritage Square back, crooked steps and all.