REMEMBERING THE GOOD OLD TIMES

Do you remember...?  
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A little house with two or three bedrooms and one car on the street,
A mower that you had to push to cut the grass so it looked 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.

  

It took five minutes for the TV to warm up!


  

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.


It was considered a great privilege to be taken out
to dinner at a real restaurant with your parents


 

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 the mail
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 more, 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 their bicycle
spokes?

And for a dime, 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 surely love to reminisce and walk down memory lane.
 

  

How old is grandpa?................Read on..............


1960 Edsel Ranger


Stay with this -- the answer is at the end.  It may blow you away.


One evening a grandson was talking to his grandfather about current events.
The grandson asked his grandfather what he thought about the shootings at schools,
the computer age, and just things in general.

The Grandfather replied, "Well, let me think a minute,

I was born before:
* television
* penicillin
* polio shots
* frozen foods
* frisbees and
* the pill

 There were no:
 * credit cards
* laser beams or
* ball-point pens

 Man had not invented:
* pantyhose
* air conditioners
* dishwashers
* clothes dryers
* and the clothes were hung out to dry in the fresh air and
* man hadn't yet walked on the moon

1912 Ford
 

Your grandmother and I got married first, . . . and then lived together
Almost every family had a father and a mother.
Until I was 25, I called every man older than I, "Sir".
After I turned 25, I still called policemen and every man with a title, "Sir".
We were before gay-rights, computer-dating, dual careers, daycare centers, and group therapy.
Our lives were governed by the Ten Commandments, good judgment, and common sense.
We were taught to know the difference between right and wrong and to stand up and take responsibility for our actions.
Serving your country was a privilege; living in this country was a bigger privilege.
We thought fast food was what people ate during Lent.
Having a meaningful relationship meant getting along with your cousins.
Draft dodgers were people who closed their front doors when the evening breeze started.
Time-sharing meant time the family spent together in the evenings and weekends, not purchasing condominiums.


1929 Ford Roadster
 
We never heard of FM radios, tape decks, CDs, electric typewriters, yogurt, or guys wearing earrings. 
We listened to the Big Bands, Jack Benny, and the President's speeches on our radios.
And I don't ever remember any kid blowing his brains out listening to Tommy Dorsey.
If you saw anything with 'Made in Japan' on it, it was junk.
The term 'making out' referred to how you did on your school exam.
Pizza Hut, McDonald's, and instant coffee were unheard of.
We had 5 & 10-cent stores where you could actually buy things for 5 and 10 cents.
Ice-cream cones, phone calls, rides on a streetcar, and a Pepsi were all a nickel.
And if you didn't want to splurge, you could spend your nickel on enough stamps to mail one letter and two postcards.
 You could buy a new Chevy Coupe for $600, . . . but who could afford one?
Too bad, because gas was 11 cents a gallon.


In my day:
* "grass" was mowed,
* "coke" was a cold drink,
* "pot" was something your mother cooked in and
* "rock music" was your grandmother's lullaby.
* "aides" were helpers in the principal's office,
* " chip" meant a piece of wood,

 * "hardware" was found in a hardware store and
* "software" wasn't even a word.


1962 Amphicar 770

And we were the last generation to actually believe that a lady needed a husband to have a baby. 
No wonder people call us "old and confused" and say there is a generation gap ... and how old do you think I am?

I bet you have this very old man in mind ... you are in for a shock!
Read on to see -- pretty scary if you think about it and pretty sad at the same time."


Are you ready ???

This man would be only 60 years old!



Author:  Unknown.  Submitted by:  Karen Precht.  Edited by Webmaster.
 
~ Interesting Trivia ~


What Things Cost in 1944:

 Car:  $1,220
Gasoline:  21 cents/gallon
House:  $8,600
Bread:  9 cents/loaf
Milk:  62 cents/gallon
Postage Stamp:  3 cents
Stock Market:  152
Average Annual Salary:  $2,600
Minimum Wage:  30 cents per hour
 
 

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