HEY, WASNT THIS US? A little house with two 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. Store-bought snacks were rare because my mother liked to cook and nothing can compare to snacks in Betty Crockers 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. Then there were the movies with your favorite movie star, and no-one anywhere would watch movies in their 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 video games or Nintendo. Remember when the doctor used to be the family friend, and you didnt need insurance or a lawyer to defend? 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 actually had to count? The milkman used to go from door to door and milk was just a few cents more than going to the 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 didnt 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, the simple life we lived still seems like so much fun, how can you explain a game, just kick the can and run? And boys put baseball cards between bicycle spokes and for a nickel, red machines had little bottled Cokes? 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 todays technology we grant that its a plus! But its fun to look way back and say, Hey look,guys, THAT WAS US! Share if you remember these days ❤️
Posted on: Wed, 24 Sep 2014 01:10:24 +0000
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