[Happy Canuk]

This little poem tells it pretty much like it was
50 years ago.................


A little house with two 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 meal time, 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, you made Lipton's onion
dip.

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 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 strive 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,
Remember when the cashier person had to really count?

Remember when we breathed the air, it smelled so
fresh and clean,
And chemicals were not used on the grass, to
keep it green.
The milkman and the bread man 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 was 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
every mile,
They were streamlined, white walls and 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.

O sure we had our problems then - just like we do
today,
And always we were striving - trying for a better
way.
And every year that passed us by brought new and
greater things,
We now can even program phones, with music or with
rings.

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 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.

"LIFE IS NOT A JOURNEY TO THE GRAVE WITH THE
INTENTION OF ARRIVING SAFELY IN A PRETTY AND
WELL PRESERVED BODY, BUT RATHER TO SKID IN
BROADSIDE, THOROUGHLY USED UP, TOTALLY WORN
OUT, AND LOUDLY PROCLAIMING----WHEW----WHAT A
RIDE!!!"


Good friends are like angels, you don't have to see
them to know they are there...... :-)


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Love it, Happy.