Thursday, August 10, 2006

TFTD (Thought For The Day) = "LOST IN THE 1950s & 1960s"

LOST IN THE 1950s & 1960s
(author unknown)

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 just one room 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.

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 from 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 when the skies were oh so sunny,
And when you paid for what you got you used your very own money?

Nothing you had to swipe or punch, or put in some amount,
And you had a friendly cashier that actually could count?

The milkman went from door to door,
For just a few cents more than a trip to the store.

The mail was delivered right to your door,
Without the junk mail that we all deplore.

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 disc they 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,
As always we were striving, to find a better way.

But how the simple lives we led, still seems like so much fun,
When the only way to explain a game, was 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 really 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.

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I received this poem in an e-mail from a friend. It brought back some wonderful memories and I wanted to share them with you. I wish I knew who wrote this so I could give them credit. Thanks for taking the time of walking down memory lane with me.

Aloha,


Al The Only
www.tricky1.com

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