We were at a party when I caught my sweetheart looking down thoughtfully; he seemed to be studying the legs of women milling about. Before I could smack him, he turned to my friend and me to say, “It’s interesting that ornate Florentine Renaissance shitkickers are a style that is coming back. It’s a much better style to revive than leg warmers.”

Fashion isn’t the only aspect in life that tends to cycle back through. In this month’s edition of Moonshine, several stories look at a return to yesteryear. Ski jumping comes back to Granlibakken with a slight twist (see here). An artist finds her “mother yeast” in foraged historical photos, giving new life to old stories (see here). One of our holiday featurettes looks at 75-year-old Sugar Bowl Resort and its dedication to keeping elbowroom on the hill, much as it used to be (see here).

When things come back into vogue, it indicates that behind the idea is something worth resurrecting. This full-circle phenomenon also happens internally. Think about how a familiar smell or a favorite song can transport us immediately back to the past. The reason a memory can evoke such a strong reaction is because we’re tapping into a part of ourselves that has stuck around and makes us who we are.


A musician friend recently told me he was listening to an artist he hadn’t heard in years. Even though he wouldn’t admit to his musician friends of today that he listens to this guy, he found himself carried back in time, reacting with as much emotion as he did years ago. My friend said, “Whoa, that guy from the past is still me.”

Though we all change as we age, there will always be that inner kernel of self that remains. This holiday season, in this age of rapid shifts in technology, culture, and climate, I believe it’s a good exercise to remember what constitutes the essence of who we are. What makes you say, “Heck yea!” versus “Ho-hum.” Pare away the stuff that doesn’t hit you deep — the fluff — and you’ll find yourself more content and relaxed.

By the way, I disagree with my sweetheart about leg warmers — they rock. When I was a youngster on monkey bars, I would pull the leg warmers up so they would protect the back of my knees as I spun around the bar without a care in the world. This article of clothing still makes me feel this way. Some things never change.


  • Mayumi Peacock

    Hailing from a U.S. military family and a graduate of the University of Florida, Mayumi Peacock has lived in several corners of the country and globe, yet Tahoe/Truckee has been her home since 1999. She is founder and publisher of Moonshine Ink, the region’s award-winning independent newspaper, which continues to be created by, for, and of the community. Other passions include family, animals, books, healthy living, and humane food.

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