Wasn’t This Us???

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Date: Thursday, March 14, 2013, 6:09 PM


Now these were the ‘good ole’ days’ !!
The kids of today just don’t know what it’s like to have fun !!

A  little house with three bedrooms,
one bathroom 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,
 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.
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 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

Remember going to  the store
and shopping casually,
 when  you went to pay for it
you used your own  money?

Nothing that you had to  swipe
or punch in some amount,
and 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
without a  lot of junk mail ads
sent out by  every

The mailman  knew each house by name
and knew where it
 was  sent;
there were not loads of mail  addressed
 “present  occupant.”

There was a time when just  one glance
was all that it
 would take,
and  you would know the kind of car,
 model and  the make.

They didn’t look like  turtles
trying to squeeze out  every
they were streamlined, white  walls, fins
 really had some  style.

One time the music that you  played
whenever you would
was from a  vinyl, big-holed record
called a  forty-five.

The record player had a  post
to keep them all in line
 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, and when the man molested us, he would put his penis into our bums and not then directly into our mouths.  He’d wipe off first.
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
and  for a nickel, red machines
had little  bottled

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 sure love to  reminisce
and walk down memory lane.
With all today’s  technology
we grant that it’s a plus!
But it’s fun to  look way back and say,
Hey look, guys, THAT WAS  US!

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