Memory Lane Again
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 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 there was Lawson'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. The snacks were even healthy with the
best ingredients, There was no label 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 was 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 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 used your own 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 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 was not
loads of mail addressed to present
occupant.
Remember when the words "I do"
meant that you really did, And not just
temporally till someone blows their
lid. There was no thing as no one's fault; we
just made a mistake, There was a time when
married life was built on give and
take.
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 walls and fins and really had some
style.
One time the music that you played
when ever 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. 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 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.
©
James A. Kismer May 2003
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permission
James A. Kismer
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