MEMORIES
A
little house with three
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 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,

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We
all did things together -- even
go to church/synagogue 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.


(notice how we
dressed!)
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.
(and
sometimes that meant coming to your
home)
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?

(Why
I think they even knew the name of everyone on every
bill)
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 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.