Is all personality gone with the ages? We throw out the old for the clean and new; the white replaces the smoke stained ancient. Give those old vinyl memories to charity, to family, in view of coming untarnished LPs. The dresses so gauzy, thinned with wear, the top hats outdated, none caught with one in years. Forget that prom dress; your date moved on. That photo of Grandmother is weathered and torn. Discard what you can; the new has arrived. Not even recollection escapes the most prying of eyes.

With coming of Technicolor, from black and white days, the world began fading back into past greys.