Wednesday, July 17, 2013

THE GOOD OLD DAYS!

Do you sometimes wish for them?  I am happy as can be at the age of 71, but I still long for the good old days now and then.  

Do you remember:  
Breakfast, Lunch, and Supper (Dinner) sitting at the table with your family?
Playing outside in the yard until dark?
Skating on the sidewalk?
Riding your bicycle in the street and not fear getting run over?
Walking to school or church?
Having 1 car?
Do you remember when you got your first TV?  and there was only one in the house?
Did you have to bring the wood into the house from 'out back'?
Did your telephone have a party line?
Did your telephone number have a word, then numbers, like CYpress 20890?
Did you wear skirts or jeans to school?
Did the kids set the table or wash the dishes after each meal?
Were your clothes hung on clothes lines in the back yard to dry?
No cell phones, no email, so you had to actually write a card or letter to someone.
Did you go barefoot when playing outside in summertime?

The open road beckoned -- all two lanes of it -- during those summers of the late 1940's. In those days, a family vacation was, well, a family vacation. We didn't jet our way to destinations; we piled into the family Chevrolet. Never mind what model; there were only two: the two-door and the four-door.

Our family camera had no cassette to pop in. The black-and-white film was wound and unwound by hand. The front of the camera was pulled out slowly in an accordion pleated arrangement. You didn't look through the viewfinder; you looked down into it. The object was always upside-down, the way it was supposed to be.

I could go on and on of course, but there seemed to be less meanness, less crime or at least there wasn't any that I was aware of....the adults handled things like that.  School was fun, church was expected, and adults were respected.  And the Sunday funnies were really funny and always read.  And there were no zombies, blood and guts...just clean humor.


If you have time and would enjoy reading about the good old days, go to:  http://www.goodolddaysmagazine.com/



8 comments:

  1. On weekends we often do all 3 meals at the table. On weekdays, though, it's usually just dinner.

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  2. I can answer all of the above with... Yes, Yes, Yes. It's especially sad how all the respect and manners have disappeared and crime is on the rise. We have to watch our grandkids close for fear of danger. So different than when we were young. The world has changed.
    I hope you're having a good Wednesday. ♥

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  3. Oh Linda this post made me so happy! I remember each and everyone of those memories. I wish we were still living during that time!

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  4. I love your header shot for today! I'm 52 and I too fondly remember the good old days.

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  5. Yes, I remember most of those and yes, I miss them!

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  6. I can answer yes to all of your questions, too, Linda. You didn't mention the milk man, bread man, and doctor's house calls! I remember those, too, and we had them all because dad had the family car at work! Those were certainly "the good ol' days"!

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  7. It is with a smile that I can answer "yes" to most of these, my friend.
    I do miss the old days, but I have to be honest and say that I think we (as a society and world-wide, actually) have come so far with advances in technology and medicine, etc., that I wouldn't want to go back to the devices and the medical practices of the old days.
    I would love to see the love and respect for family and nation restored to what I remember from days gone by. That starts in the home...with the family. We can change that. We can. We have to decide to do it, implement it, and stick to it. The family unit has changed so much that it is a difficult task, I admit. But, if we realize where we (as a family/nation) need to make correction(s) and make them, then we are progressing. We have to take responsibility for what we do and hold ourselves accountable. No blaming others. Period.

    Love,
    Jackie

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