Wednesday, July 29, 2009

Hey, Wasn't That Us?

I received the following email today.  It took me for a nice little trip down memory lane and thought it would take you there, too.

An Ode To The Ungirdled Woman's Childhood:

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 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. 

Of course 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, 

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 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. 

I would add:

When it came to bathrooms we had but one

You had to get in and out to get the job done!

At football games,we had cheer leaders who LED CHEERS

Instead of dancing girls made up beyond their years!

We rode to get ice cream in the back of an open pick up truck,

When finding a garden hose to drink from, we were in luck!

We played outside all day until called for our evening meal

Getting to go out to eat was quite a big deal!

It was OK for any adult - teacher, coach, neighbor - to tell you when you were out of line,

To your parents, having that support was more than fine.

We rode our bikes without helmets on our heads

We said our prayers before climbing into our beds

I long for the days of Beaver, Samantha, Ellie Mae and Andy

To me, those times were most dandy!



My recommendation:  go to BJs, Sam's Club or Costco, buy a big ol' plain one and get some fresh strawberries, blueberries, pineapple ice cream topping, crushed up Reese's cups, chocolate syrup, caramel topping, whipped cream and anything else you fancy and have a cheesecake buffet FOR DINNER!!!  (With the fruit and the CHEESE you got a couple food groups represented right there!)


  1. I am nodding and smirking the whole way down the list...

    I live you deeply for the heads up on the National Holiday.

  2. I left you an award at my site- just to say how much I enjoy reading you- maybe this will help the muse.

  3. This is a great site you have here. I have a humor blog myself and I would like to exchange links with you. Let me know if this is possible. Until then, I look forward to reading some more of your posts. Take care.

  4. Tracy,
    Right on! Great poem.

    Those were great times. Here's to slowing down and being present!
    Bring Back Pluto
    "ONE of THE GUYS"

  5. Rebecca - you're sweet!

    Zoe - THANKS! I am grateful, proud and honored! Proudly displaying my badge!

    Jason thanks for your kind words! You all can visit Jason here:

    One Of The Guys - Totally agree! Thanks for visiting!!

  6. I am trying to find who is the author of the poem. I like your additions too. Can you help fing the name of the poet?

  7. Sorry about the typo, Of course, I meant: Can you help finD the name of the poet?

  8. I have no idea the author of the above poem, but would love to give credit if anyone knows, please fill us in! Thanks!!