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Simple pleasures of bygone days taken to heart

I remember a time when a man in uniform was admired and respected.

I remember a time when every house in the neighborhood flew our flag for every occasion.

I remember the days when politicians were noble and admired.

I remember the days when neither movies nor music had parental ratings.

I remember a time when teachers and principals were respected for their knowledge and supported by students and their parents.

I remember when it was "cool" to take the bus or ride your bike after eighth grade.

I remember a time when we used to race to the mailbox to receive a handwritten letter from a loved one.

I remember a time when there was no junk mail.

I remember a time when paying cash was respected and "platinum" and "gold" were precious metals.

I remember a time when a cup of coffee and a piece of pie fed our contentment.

I remember Sunday dinners at Grandma's.

I remember the look and feel of Grandma's frilly lace apron dusted in baking flour.

I can remember a time when living rooms were for "living," a place where the entire family spent time together, listening to the radio or playing board games.

I remember a time when dads had time to make wagons and slingshots.

I remember a time when all men knew how to change the oil in a car.

I remember when mothers and daughters knitted together and shared a cup of tea.

I remember a skyline full of colorful kites and sidewalks full of children skipping rope.

I remember a time when families ate dinner together... every evening.

I remember a time when you didn't worry about locking your car or your house door and when you could leave your window open at night.

The past has paved the way for progress, but my heart finds solace in the memories of the simple pleasures of days gone by.

[Last modified December 24, 2005, 23:43:13]