Oh Ned, how I do remember those wonderful times. I also miss those times,
and I saved that to pass on to friends and family.

Thanks for sharing that with us.

Love and Blessings,
Pat Ferguson


At 09:19 PM 10/16/2005, you wrote:
>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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