Life Part Two

The adventures of Fay and Bob as they move beyond the 9 to 5 life

A trip down memory lane

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I always like to read these remembrances of days gone by.

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 allthe 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 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.
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!

Author: Fay

Follow the adventures of Fay and Bob, 65 plus, as they explore the country to look for a new home, sell their MN home, finally move and get settled into a new state and town.

One thought on “A trip down memory lane

  1. Wonderful description of my life in the 50’s in Elkader, IA.

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