a little house with three bedrooms and one car on the street,
in the kitchen on the wall we only had one phone, and no need for recording , 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 extra rooms to dine, when meeting as a family the family room would do fine.
we only had one tv set, and channels just two,
but there was one of them with something worth the view.
for snacks we had potato chips that tasted like a chip,
weekends were for staying home to play,
and if you wanted flavor there was lipton's onion dip.
store-bought snacks were rare because my mother liked to cook,
the recipes came out of bettycrocker's book.
then went together to church to pray.
sometimes we would separate to do things on our own, but we knew where the others were without our cell phone.
then there were the movies with your favorite movie star, pack a lunch and find some trees and never need a reason.
nothing can compare to watching movies in your car.
then there were the picnics at the peak of summer season,
remember when the doctor used to be the family friend,
and didn't need malpractice 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 foryou.
remember going to the store to shop? and when you went to pay you used paper 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,
it was just a few cents more than going to the store.
there was a time when letters came right to your door,
without a lot of junk sent out by every store.
the mailman knew each house by name and knew by whom it was sent;
no volumes of mail addressed to" occupant."
there was a time when just one glance was all that itwould take,
and you would know the kind of car, the model and the make.
the music that we danced to whenever we would jive, came from a vinyl, big-holed record called a forty-five.
the record player had a spindle to keep them all in line,
and the records would drop down to play one at a time.
oh sure, we had our problems then, just like we do today, and why would boys put baseball cards between their bicycle spokes,
and for a nickel you could bottled cokes?
and always we were striving, trying for a better way.
oh, the simple life we lived still seems like so much fun,
can you explain a game where you just kick the can and run?
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.