Memory Lane

[martymas]

hi folks here is a nostalgic look at the past from

bill mallenson

marty

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 --

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 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

__________________

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 --

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 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

__________________

[JSKY]

This one just makes me feel old

[thesidekickcat]

Ah those were the good ole days when life was simple and we were content with a cottage home and a picket fence.

Coming home from school to mom taking cookies fresh from the oven, ah those were the good ole days... even if only in our dreams!!!

Pat

God bless everyone.

[HPoirot36]

LOve it! Those WERE the good ole days. Us Kids only had 2 channels on TV , the games we played were Monopoly and Checkers (only on rainy days). WE didn't have all the fancy stuff kids have today but we had one thing that they don't seem to have anymore...Imaginations. Can you see a kid today running around the neighborhood astride a long stick or tree branch pretending he is the Gene Autry Riding Champ? Or going along looking in ditches for empty coke bottles,to get the 2 cent deposit back for them,so he can buy a nickle candy bar? We were poor (as most people were back then) but we sure had FUN!

I have neighbors here with kids and I can't remember the last time I saw any of them outside playing. How sad it makes me.

[blim]

Ah, makes me proud that my kids bellyache about me being "electric amish" (oh, especially when Son asked me to silence his cellphone yesterday...huh?). I've always considered it a compliment when their friends say my "dinners remind them of their Grandmother's". Hoping my kids never forget the wonderful smell of line dried sheets. Hope they carry on a few of the old fashioned traditions

Made me smile, Marty, thanks!

Liz