One of the random things I saved from my mom’s stuff was a notebook of art history notes from 1956. (She got an art history degree from the University of Texas, I think after my brother was born in 1957.)
I skimmed some of the notebook. It was fun to read her idealistic college‐student perspective… just taking in what the professor said as “that must be true”. It was hard to imagine her sitting in class rapidly taking notes.
I contrasted that perspective to her later recollections of her professors’ teachings — she saw through the nonsense that some modern art is.
Takeaway: How can we retain a bit of idealism in our lives?