Between Two Wars

Yet another find from within an old book of mine, a recent accession to my little library earlier this year.

Someone, some day, had obviously decided to use this little calendar page as a bookmark. Oh, and not just some day – but rather exactly one hundred years ago: on 9 August 1925!

During the respite between two World Wars (if you're the glass-half-empty type). Which the person who was reading the book back then couldn’t have known. – And also right in the heyday of the Roaring Twenties (for those more inclined to sanguineness). But that, too, is certainly nothing the former owner of the book would have associated with their present.

However, these weren’t my first thoughts. What shot through my mind when I found this little yellowed piece of paper was simply: Boy, ten times ten years doesn’t sound so very remote; actually not remote at all when onself has been stumbling through this world for some decades already. – And my second thought was: Had I lived then, the son of working-class parents, you’d probably not have met me leafing through an antiquarian book and dwelling on idle musings like these …