My experience of Silents is notably different. I think it's because of my later vantage point. I have almost no memory of the Lost, so the G.I.s were the sterner elders of my memory... my GI Granddad was a Great Man, but stingy and set in his ways. In contrast, his much-younger Silent wife, her siblings, and their spouses were the elders I thought would never grow old as a kid. It's like the title of a poem I used to teach. "Childhood is the kingdom where nobody dies." None of my extended family died for almost the entirety of the Unraveling. This decade they've been dropping like flies.
I miss their twinkle. I miss their humor. I miss their continual quest to stay young, longing for the childhood they never had in the last 4T. GI Granddad wasn't trying to hear about the latest music, or style, or clothing, and you'd never convince him to see an opposing point of view. Silent Grandma? Sure.
The High was not bland for my Silent elders, but the first taste of civil rights, and the last memory of the majority of black children being born in two parent families. Their generation was by and large the last black gen to be unafflicted by the numerous pathologies of black Boomers, Xers, and early Millies. In old age, they're doing a considerable amount of hand-wringing over the bottom dropping out of the culture (see: Bill Cosby). Black Millies have not yet proven that they will reject the pathos inherent in today's hip-hop ethos, and reverse 30 to 40 years of negative trends for good. But my Homelander nephew? "Auntie, turn that down!" is his opinion of uber-Unraveling hip-hop. He and my niece are the nicest, most efficient "little helpers" imaginable. I have been taking them everywhere since they were babies. They are subtle and keen observers of the world around them. And they are never out of our sight.
As an artist (small a) myself, it's often been the wistful thoughtfulness of white/mainstream Silents that have inspired me most from Jim Henson to Fred Rogers in childhood, all the way to my escaping into an Audrey Hepburn flick these days to alleviate stress. No matter how cynical, many Xers might not admit it, but they feel the same way. Multiple webpages wax nostalgic about our children's programming directed by middle-aged Silent, which I think was superior to the Howdy Doody/Davy Crockett stuff my parents watched in the 50s and 60s (GIs? Do nuance? Huh?). And countless hordes of outwardly "brittle" Xer women escape into Jane Austen or 50s flicks in an attempt to mentally slip into a past when life had rules and roles and scripts.
Their generation's good points don't get much lauded by S&H, but from my vantage point, the passing of the Silent will leave a huge hole in the world that current gens just don't fill adequately.
Eh. I'm starting to understand why (and how) Nomads raise Artists.