There comes a time when..."what had happened was all muddied by the way folks wanted it to be--more rich and meaningful the farther back it was. In the books of some memories, it was the best time that ever sloshed over the world--the old time, the gay time, sweet and simple, as though time were young and fearless. Old men who didn't know whether they were going to stagger over the boundary of the [future] looked forward to it with distaste. For the world was changing, and sweetness was gone, and virtue too. Worry had crept on a corroding world, and what was lost--good manners, ease and beauty? Ladies were not ladies any more, and you couldn't trust a gentleman's word."
Steinbeck, writing about the turn of the 19th Century.