Definitely…these thoughts are warm
fuzzies…
Stroll with me.... close your eyes.... and go back... before the Internet... before bombings, aids, herpes, before semiautomatics and crack... before SEGA or Super Nintendo... way back!
I'm talking about
sitting on the curb, sitting on the stoop...about hide-and-go-seek; Simon
says and red-light-green-light. Lunch boxes with a thermos ... chocolate milk,
going home for lunch, penny candy from the
store, hopscotch, butterscotch, skates with keys, jacks and
Cracker Jacks,
hula hoops and sunflower seeds,wax lips and mustaches, Mary
Jane's, saddle shoes and Coke bottles.
Remember when it took five minutes for the TV to warm up. When nearly everyone's Mom was at home when the kids arrived home from school. When nobody owned a purebred dog. When a quarter was a decent allowance. When you'd reach into a muddy gutter for a penny. When your Mom wore nylons that came in two pieces. When all of your male teachers wore neckties and female teachers had their hair done and wore high heels.
Remember running through the sprinkler, circle
pins, bobby pins, Mickey Mouse Club, Rocky and Bullwinkle, Kookla, Fran and
Ollie, Spin and Marty...Dick Clark's American Bandstand ... all in black and
white and your Mom made you turn it off when a storm came.
When around the corner seemed far away, and going downtown seemed like going
somewhere. Climbing trees, making forts, backyard shows, lemonade stands,
cops and robbers, cowboys and Indians, staring at clouds, jumping on the
bed, pillow fights, ribbon candy, angel hair on the Christmas tree,
Jackie Gleason, white gloves, walking to the movie theater,
running till you were out of breath,
laughing so hard that your stomach hurt...remember that? Not stepping on a crack
or you'd break your mother's back ... paper-chains at Christmas, silhouettes of
Lincoln and Washington, the smells of school, of paste and
Evening in Paris perfume, The Stroll, popcorn balls and sock hops?
Remember when there were just two types of sneakers for girls and boys -Keds and PF Flyers, and the only time you wore them at school was for gym. And the girls had those ugly gym uniforms. When you got your windshield cleaned, oil checked, and gas pumped, without asking -- all for free -- every time! And, you didn't pay for air either, and you got trading stamps to boot! When laundry detergent had free glasses, dishes or towels hidden inside the box. When it was considered a great privilege to be taken out to dinner at a real restaurant with your parents. When the worst thing you could do at school was flunk a test or chew gum. And the prom was in the gym or the lunchroom and you danced to a real orchestra. When they threatened to keep kids back a grade if they failed -- and did! When being sent to the principal's office was nothing compared to the fate that awaited the student at home. Basically, we were in fear for our lives, but it wasn't because of drive-by shootings, drugs, gangs, etc. Our parents and grandparents were a much bigger threat! But we survived because their love was much greater than the threat.
Remember when a '57 Chevy was everyone's dream
car -- used to cruise, peel out, lay rubber, scratch off or
watch the "submarine races?" When people went
steady; and girls wore a class ring with an inch of wrapped Band-Aids
or yarn coated with pastel-frostnail polish so it
would fit their finger. When no one ever asked where the car
keys were because they were always in the car, in the
ignition, and the car and house doors were never locked!
Remember lying on your back on the grass with your friends and saying things like "That cloud looks like a..." And playing baseball with no adults needed to enforce the rules of the game.
Remember when stuff from the store came
without safety caps and hermetic seals, because no one had yet tried to poison a
perfect stranger. And, with all our progress, don't you just wish, that just
once you could
slip back in time and savor the slower pace...and share it with the children
of today?
So send this on to someone who can still remember Nancy Drew,
The Hardy Boys, Laurel and Hardy, Howdy Dowdy and The Peanut
Gallery, The Lone Ranger and Tonto, The Shadow Knows, Nellie
Belle, Roy and Dale, Trigger and Buttermilk... As well as the
sound of a real mower on Saturday morning, and summers filled
with bike rides, baseball games, bowling, visits to the pool
... and eating Kool-Aid powder with sugar from the palm of
your hand.
There, didn't that feel good? Just to lean back and say: "Yeah...I
remember......."
Alex K remembered ...
and sent it to us.
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