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Offline Miseremini

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That was us.
« on: June 25, 2018, 11:24:25 AM »
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  • A POEM THAT WAS US...
     
    A little house with three 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 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,
    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
    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!
    "Let God arise, and let His enemies be scattered: and them that hate Him flee from before His Holy Face"  Psalm 67:2[/b]


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    Re: That was us.
    « Reply #1 on: June 26, 2018, 02:00:31 AM »
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  • Thank you, Miseremini. That was great! Do you know the origin?

    Such lovely memories of a more simple uncomplicated existence. Do you remember the baker's horse-pulled cart, and the ice-man who delivered big blocks of ice on his shoulder for the ice-box. 


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    Re: That was us.
    « Reply #2 on: June 26, 2018, 12:16:25 PM »
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  • Sorry I don't know the origin.  
    Yes I remember the baker and the ice man.  On a hot summer day when the ice man went into a house, all the kids would raid the back of his truck for ice chips.
    So many beautiful memories that my grandchildren and great grandchildren can't even comprehend.
    My children have a few of these memories but not the one's of horse drawn delivery vehicles.
    "Let God arise, and let His enemies be scattered: and them that hate Him flee from before His Holy Face"  Psalm 67:2[/b]


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    Re: That was us.
    « Reply #3 on: June 26, 2018, 06:19:26 PM »
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  • And billy carts! We lived half way up a high hill. The boys built their own billy carts from scraps of wood and old wheels they'd collected, and raced down the hill at the speed of lightning. Then back to the top of the hill again. 

    Children were so much more independent  and resourceful back then (read didn't need to be entertained). Nowadays, especially in cities, children miss so much.

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    Re: That was us.
    « Reply #4 on: June 26, 2018, 07:09:18 PM »
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  • I enjoyed those days of climbing trees, skipping stones, walking through the creeks, milk weed, picking wild strawberries!  My daughter wanted to do these things, plus getting into the hay loft.

    She did all these things and I told her, you didn't do it all' you forgot the poison ivy!  I pointed out just what the leaved looked like.  To get rid of our poison ivy, we put white shoe polish over it.  Dried it up!


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    Re: That was us.
    « Reply #5 on: June 26, 2018, 07:24:35 PM »
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  • This is a rather delightful magazine you may well enjoy!  See http://www.nostalgiamagazine.net/

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    Re: That was us.
    « Reply #6 on: June 26, 2018, 07:34:27 PM »
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  • One more which you may be particularly fond of: https://www.goodolddaysmagazine.com/inthisissue.php

     

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