Roy, I thought you might like that, everything is good with us it's just that you guys have our weather and we have yours. We have been talking about the reunion every since we've returned home, it was AWESOME. My wife is much younger than I, and she loved it she's still talking about it. Roy when I get things squared away I'm going to send you some of the pictures we took. Remember I pastor a church and we are just starting to get caught up, we were in NY for three weeks.
 
Peace
Porter

 
 
Subject: MEMORIES
 
MEMORIES

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.



(notice how we dressed!)


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.

(and sometimes that meant coming to your home)

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?



(Why I think they even knew the name of everyone on every bill)


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 everymile;
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.


(Much credit to the person who put this together, whoever it was - you should have signed your name.  I'd give anything to give every child today a taste of those good ole' days.  They really were the best.)