Tuesday, January 5, 2016

HEY, WASN'T THIS US?

  A  little house with three  bedrooms, one bathroom 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  mealtime 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 there was 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.
 
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  were 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 all 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  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, and remember when the  cashier person had to really  count?
 
The milkman 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 were not loads  of mail addressed to "present  occupant."
 
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 out  every mile; they were streamlined,  white walls, 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.
 
Oh sure, we had our  problems then, just like we do  today and always we were  striving, trying for a better  way. 
 
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 do 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.
With all today's  technology
we grant that it's a  plus!
But it's fun to look  way back and say,
Hey look,guys, THAT  WAS US!
 

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