约翰·布莱德利/John H.Bradley
约翰·布莱德利（1815￡·1870），19世纪美国著名的专栏作家、评论家、文学家，著有散文集《幸福时光》及新闻专著若干本。
"...I was rich,if not in money,in sunny hours and summer days."
--Henry David Thoreau
When Thoreau wrote that line,he was thinking of the Walden.Pond he knew as a boy.
Woodchoppers and the Iron Horse had not yet greatly damaged the beau ty of its setting.A boy could go to the pond and lie on his back agains t the seat of a boat,lazily drifting from shore to shore while the loon s dived and the swallows dipped around him.Thoreau loved to recall such sunny hours and summer days "when idleness was the most attractive and p roductive business."
I too was once a boy in love with a pond,rich in sunny hours and su mmer days.Sun and summer are still what they always were,but the boy a nd the pond changed.The boy,who is now a man,no longer finds much tim e for idle drifting.The pond has been annexed by a great city.The swam ps where herons once hunted are now drained and filled with houses.The bay where water lilies quietly floated is now a harbor for motor boats.In short,everything that the boy loved no longer exists--except in the man's memory of it.
Some people insist that only today and tomorrow matter.But how much poorer we would be if we really lived by that rule!So much of what we d o today is frivolous and futile and soon forgotten.So much of what we h ope to do tomorrow never happens.
The past is the bank in which we store our most valuable possession--the memories that give meaning and depth to our lives.
Those who truly treasure the past will not bemoan the passing of the good old days,because days enshrined in memory are never lost.Death it self is powerless to still a remembered voice or erase a remembered smil e.And for one boy who is now a man,there is a pond which neither time nor tide can change,where he can still spend a quiet hour in the sun.