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I would love to re-live just one or two weeks back in the
> 50's.
>
> 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!
>
> 50's.
>
> 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!
>