This site is designed for uplifting prose, designed to cheer up the downtrodden as well as lift your spirits. If you don't see the message here, please check the archives of prior messages is available at the under the Archive Link. To send me a message or some good prose, see below.

 

Another backwards look from R. Calhoun of Plant City, Fl

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.

The snacks were even healthy
with the best ingredients,
No labels with a hundred things
that make not a bit of sense.

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?

Remember when we breathed the air;
it smelled so fresh and clean, And chemicals were not used on the grass to keep it green.

The milkman and the bread man
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."

Remember when the words "I do"
meant that you really did, And not just temporarily 'til someone blows their lid.

T'was no such thing as "no one's fault;
we just made a mistake,"There was a time when married life was built on give and take.

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.

And every year that passed us by
brought new and greater things, We now can even program phones with music or with rings.

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
 

Archives Click to access an archive of prior messages

To send me a note or an inspirational prose, please click here. NOTES

Visitors since 02/01/2002

Last updated: November 20, 2003

Site designed and supported by : SPORTSITES4U.COM