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Doesn't this little poem pretty much tell it like it was 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 mother liked to cook, And nothing can compare to snacks in Betty Crocker's R book. The snacks were even healthy - with the best ingredients. There were no labels, 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 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 the friends you know, Have real action playing ball - and no game video.

Remember when the doctor used to be the family friend, And you 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 actually used 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 always 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 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 every mile. They were streamlined, white walled...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 - 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 boys would put baseball cards between the bicycle spokes, And for a nickel, those 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 surely love to reminisce, and walk down memory lane.