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WHEN I WAS A BOY?

A little house with two 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 dial 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 never heard of a TV set and had one radio to gather around to listen to.

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 had few family trips so we stayed home to play.

We all did things together — even go to church to pray.

Sometimes we would separate to do things on our own, but we knew where the others were and there were no cell phones.

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 – there was no 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, guys, THAT WAS US!

ANON……………………Thanks Joe, this brought back some great times when you and I were boys.  C Brewer 

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  1. Anonymous on said:

    Nice story!

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