One bathroom and one car on the street
A mower that you had to push
To make the grass look neat.
We only had one phone,
And no need for recording things,
Someone was always home.
Where we would congregate,
Unless it was at mealtime
In the kitchen where we ate..
Or extra rooms to dine.
When meeting as a family
Those two rooms would work out fine.
And channels maybe two,
But always there was one of them
With something worth the view
That tasted like a chip.
And if you wanted flavor
There was Lipton's onion dip.
My mother liked to cook
And nothing can compare to snacks
In Betty Crocker's book
Or staying home to play
We all did things together -
Even go to church to pray.
Depending on the weather,
No one stayed at home because
We liked to be together
To do things on our own,
But we knew where the others were
Without our own cell phone
With your favorite movie star,
And nothing can compare
To watching movies in your car
at the peak of summer season,
Pack a lunch and find some trees
And never need a reason.
With all the friends you know,
Have real action playing ball -
And no game video.
Used to be the family friend,
And didn't need insurance
Or a lawyer to defend
Or what he had to do,
Because he took an oath and strived
To do the best for you
And shopping casually,
And when you went to pay for it
You used your own money?
Or punch in some amount,
And remember when the cashier person
Had to really count?
From door to door,
And it was just a few cents more
Than going to the store.
Came right to your door,
Without a lot of junk mail ads
Sent out by every store .
And knew where it was sent;
There were not loads of mail addressed
To "present occupant"
Was all that it would take,
And you would know the kind of car,
The model and the make
Trying to squeeze out every mile;
They were streamlined, white walls, fins
And really had some style
Whenever you would jive,
Was from a vinyl, big-holed record
Called a forty-five
To keep them all in line
And then the records would drop down
And play one at a time.
Just like we do today
And always we were striving,
Trying for a better way.
Still seems like so much fun,
How can you explain a game,
Just kick the can and run?
Between bicycle spokes
And for a nickel, red machines
Had little bottled Cokes?
Slower in some ways
I love the new technology
But I sure do miss those days.
And nothing stays the same,
But I sure love to reminisce
And walk down memory lane.
We grant that it's a plus!
But it's fun to look way back and say,
HEY LOOK, GUYS, THAT WAS US!
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