Remembering Times Gone By

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 or going to temple or church but we always did everything together.  (actually I did not know there was an option)

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 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. 

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? 

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.

Much credit to the person who put this together, whoever it was.


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