HEY, WASNT THIS US? Or some of us anyway! A little house with three bedrooms, One bathroom, and one car on the street. A lawnmower that you had to push, To make the grass look nice and neat. In the kitchen on the bench, We only had one phone, And no need for recording things, Coz’ 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, These 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 to view. For snacks we had potato chips, That tasted like a chip. And if you wanted flavour, There was always onion dip. Shop-bought snacks were rare because, My mother liked to cook, And nothing can compare to snacks, In Betty Crockers cookbook. 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 mobile phone. Then there were the movies, With your favourite movie star, And nothing could compare, Than 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 cricket game together, With all the friends you know, Or real action playing football, With no Xbox games, or video. Remember when the doctor, Used to be the family friend, And 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, Had to really count. The milkman used to always, Bring the milk right to your door, And it was only a few pence more, Than going down 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 postman knew each house by name, And knew where it was sent, There were not loads of mail addressed, To the Household 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. Once the music that you played, Whenever you would jive, Was from a vinyl, big-holed record, It was called a forty-five. The record player had a post, To keep them all in line, 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 boys put playing cards, Between bicycle spokes, Put a sixpence in the red machines, And 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 good old 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 todays technology, We grant that its a plus, But its fun to look way back then, And say, Hey guys...THAT WAS US!
Posted on: Tue, 01 Apr 2014 19:21:42 +0000
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