Hey, Wasn’t That Us

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;

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,
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 have no idea who wrote this, it was sent to me in an email.