[ratpack] Fwd: Wasn't This Us?

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  • Date: Fri, 5 Jul 2013 17:50:20 +0000 (UTC)










      
        








HEY, WASN'T THIS US ? 




  




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, 




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. 




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 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, 




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 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 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, THAT WAS US, IN THE BEST OF TIMES! 




  




Most folks are about as happy as they make up their minds to be.  (Abe Lincoln) 









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