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?