We used to hear people talk about the generation gap all the time, but I don’t remember hearing it lately. Going to a wedding rehearsal dinner brought it all back. We were the oldest ones there – third tier generation, I’d guess. John’s cousin, father of the groom, was almost one step below, and the young people were just a bit older than our grandchildren.
The first thing that hit me was height. Those young people were tall! Of course, John and I have shrunk an inch or so, exacerbating the difference. They were tall and thin. The women wore beautiful short dresses with flared skirts. No one my age could have gotten away with that.
Hair color was another difference. I think there were two women in the whole room with long dark hair, lustrous hair. I was the only one in full, natural gray. There was one man with naturally blond hair. The rest of the men were dark or graying.
The older two sets mingled well. Most of us had never met each other before. I loved watching the exuberance of the post-college group. They knew each other well, had a recent shared history, and teased each other constantly. They focused on celebrating the marriage of dear friends. The closeness will be challenged now, with various ones moving out of the area. We found out that our bride and groom will be moving to Florida after the honeymoon. They will keep up better than our generation, but distance will change their closeness.
Everyone was offered the same food and drink. I think young people ate less and drank more. The glaring difference was coffee. There was none! Coffee was always the obligatory quiet end to dinner for us. It was certainly not important to twenty-somethings. We got senior coffees at MacDonalds to take back to our quiet hotel room.