Hi Ned,
Thanks for sharing this with us.
It sure did bring back some wonderful memories for me.
Virgie and Hoshi
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From: "Ned Benton" <[log in to unmask]>
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Sent: Sunday, October 16, 2005 10:19 PM
Subject: Memories


> Hope you find this interesting, especially you older ones!
>
> Ned
>
> A little house with three bedrooms 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,
> 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 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.
> Much credit to the person who put this together, whoever it was.
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