Days gone by...
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Days gone by...
I received this in an email today...how true it all is. Enjoy especially for us older folks
This little poem tells it pretty much like it was 40-50 years ago.................
A little house with two bedrooms and one car on the street,
A mower that you had to push, to make the grass look neat.
In the kitchen on the wall, we only had one phone,
And no need for recording things - someone was always home.
We only had a living room, where we would congregate,
Unless it was at meal time, in the kitchen where we ate.
We had no need for family rooms or extra rooms to dine,
When meeting as a family, those two rooms would work out fine.
We only had one TV set and channels - maybe two,
But always there was one of them, with something worth the view.
For snacks we had potato chips, that tasted like a chip,
And if you wanted flavor, you made Lipton's onion dip.
Store bought snacks were rare, because my mother liked to cook,
And nothing can compare to snacks in Betty Crocker's book.
The snacks were even healthy - with the best ingredients,
There was no label, with a hundred things that made no sense.
Weekends were for family trips, or staying home to play,
We all did things together, even go to church to pray.
When we did our weekend trips, depending on the weather,
No one stayed at home because, we liked to be together.
Sometimes we would separate, to do things on our own,
But we knew where the others were, without our own cell phone.
Then there was the movies, with your favorite movie star,
And nothing can compare to watching, movies in your car.
Then there were the picnics, at the peak of summer season,
Pack a lunch and find some trees - and never need a reason.
Get a baseball game together, with the friends you know,
Have real action playing ball - and no game video.
Remember when the doctor used to be the family friend,
And didn't need insurance - or a lawyer to defend
The way that he took care of you, or what he had to do,
Because he took an oath, and strived to do the best for you.
Remember when the country, was united under God,
And prayer in schools and public places, was not deemed as odd.
Remember when the church was used for, worshipping The Lord,
And not used for commercial use, or for some business board.
Remember going to the store - and shopping casually,
And when you went to pay for it, you used your own money?
Nothing that you had to swipe or - punch in some amount,
Remember when the cashier person, had to really count?
Remember when we breathed the air, it smelled so fresh and clean,
And chemicals were not used on the grass, to keep it green.
The milkman and the bread man used to go from door to door,
And it was just a few cents more, than going to the store.
There was a time when mailed letters, came right to your door,
Without a lot of junk mail ads, sent out by every store.
The mailman knew each house, by name and knew where it was sent,
There was not loads of mail addressed to: "Present Occupant".
Remember when the words "I do" meant, that you really did?
And not just temporally, till someone blows their lid.
There was nothing as "no one's fault;" we just made a mistake,
There was a time when married life, was built on give and take.
There was a time when just one glance, was all that it would take,
And you would know the kind of car, the model and the make.
They didn't look like turtles, trying to squeeze every mile,
They were streamlined, white walls and fins - and really had some style.
One time the music that you played, whenever you would jive,
Was from a vinyl, big holed record called a forty-five.
The record player had a post, to keep them all in line,
And then the records would drop down, and play one at a time.
O sure we had our problems then - just like we do today,
And always we were striving - trying for a better way.
And every year that passed us by, brought new and greater things,
We now can even program phones, with music or with rings.
Oh the simple life we lived, still seems like so much fun,
How can you explain a game - just kick the can and run.
And why would boys put baseball cards, between bicycle spokes?
And for a nickel, red machines had little bottled cokes.
This life seemed so much easier - and slower in some ways,
I love the new technology but I sure miss those days.
So time moves on and so do we - and nothing stays the same,
But I sure love to reminisce, and walk down memory lane.
So true! Thanks for posting!
....and as the boomers age, more and more of us are reminiscing. Ah the good old days. SIGH!
I liked that. Thanks for posting it.
So true, Bea!
I was thinking as I was reading this, doctors used to make house calls - my own dad was a cardiologist and he made house calls and sometimes took me with him.
Also, in the small town of Gainesville where I was raised, the local, family owned grocery store as well as the local, family owned pharmacy, took phone orders and delivered your groceries or pharmaceuticals to you and sent you a monthly bill!
Also, in that same small town, you didn't have to put the city, state and zip code on the envelope for it to get to someone in the same town - all you had to write was the street address, and then *city* and it found it's way there. And that was when postage was $.03! Man, I'm REALLY dating myself there, huh??
And......in that same small town, there was no such thing as a school bus - dad's worked, mom's stayed home and we had carpools to get to and from school, or if you lived close enough, you walked or rode your bike to school and never had to worry about being kidnapped, hit by a car, mugged or raped. We had crossing guards on the school grounds, which were 5th and 6th grade boys.
It was also safe back then for school age kids to go off alone for a Saturday in the woods exploring. Parents never worried and you were ALWAYS home on time. And if you didn't show up, the other kids' parents were always home to check on you too.
And......your friends' parents knew you as well as they did their own kids and treated you as one of the family. They also watched out for you and were the first ones to tell your own parents if you were up to no good, and they did it because they TRULY cared about you, NOT because they were gossiping. That's what I miss the most - that familiarity that was taken for granted *way back then*........