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I knew these times

Posted: Sun Jun 13, 2010 10:40 am
by hoppy
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,

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;

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.

There also 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 strove 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 make his rounds going 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,

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.

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 boys would put baseball cards between the bicycle spokes,

and for a nickel red machines had little bottled Cokes?

That 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.

I knew these times

Posted: Sun Jun 13, 2010 10:55 am
by theia
hoppy;1315667 wrote: 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,

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;

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.

There also 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 strove 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 make his rounds going 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,

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.

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 boys would put baseball cards between the bicycle spokes,

and for a nickel red machines had little bottled Cokes?

That 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.


This is true but how wonderful were those push along mowers. Nowadays when one of those whiney, screechy machines starts up, they all do

I knew these times

Posted: Sun Jun 13, 2010 11:07 am
by hoppy
theia;1315675 wrote: This is true but how wonderful were those push along mowers. Nowadays when one of those whiney, screechy machines starts up, they all do


Yes, I have not-so-fond memories of lawnmowers. I reached big-enough-to-mow age in the mid 1940's. Our farm had the world's biggest lawn, it seemed to me. And we had the world's oldest mower. It had iron wheels and a wooden handle. No motor. "It's boy powered" my gramps used to say. "The faster ya poosh it, the faster the blades go, the sooner ya gits done" was something else he always said. It took me most of a day to cut that lawn. Another day if I had to trim around the foundations of the big old house, pump house, workshop and outhouse with hand clippers. :)

I knew these times

Posted: Sun Jun 13, 2010 11:18 am
by theia
hoppy;1315680 wrote:

Yes, I have not-so-fond memories of lawnmowers. I reached big-enough-to-mow age in the mid 1940's. Our farm had the world's biggest lawn, it seemed to me. And we had the world's oldest mower. It had iron wheels and a wooden handle. No motor. "It's boy powered" my gramps used to say. "The faster ya poosh it, the faster the blades go, the sooner ya gits done" was something else he always said. It took me most of a day to cut that lawn. Another day if I had to trim around the foundations of the big old house, pump house, workshop and outhouse with hand clippers. :)


I just love the way you wrote that, Hoppy, you brought it to life.

But, yes, I'd forgotten that side of it. I used to ask my Dad if I could have a go with the mower and I could scarcely move it at all :wah:

I knew these times

Posted: Sun Jun 13, 2010 11:53 am
by chonsigirl
I still use a push mower, when someone doesn't mow it for me. You can always come by and help, Theia. :)

I knew these times

Posted: Sun Jun 13, 2010 12:07 pm
by theia
chonsigirl;1315700 wrote: I still use a push mower, when someone doesn't mow it for me. You can always come by and help, Theia. :)


Might just take you up on that, Chons :)

I knew these times

Posted: Sun Jun 13, 2010 12:59 pm
by Lon
How about a one room apartment two blocks from City Hall, small kitchen & bathroom, no telephone, no TV, no car, ice box instead of fridge, no washer or dryer. Blinking red neon light across the street at night saying HOTEL SAVOY. Blinking white light at night from another window saying JESUS SAVES. Ah yes---those were the teen age years.