Wednesday, November 2, 2011

the way it was~

fireflies in mason jars on summer nights.....to light the way for walks around the neighborhood after supper
2 channels on t.v. that we hardly ever watched
the beverly hillbillies and gilligan's isle
8 track tapes and turn tables
honey bees and honey to sell at the local IGA at grandma lu's
fishing with dad late at night because the tide was just right
eating raw oysters and not worrying about getting sick
riding bikes all over the neighborhood and parents not even the least bit worried about where you were....
as long as you're back by supper time
yes ma'am and no sir
a pop in the mouth for talking rude or dis respectful.....so it hardly ever happened
trail rides with friends for hours....bare back and no boundaries
phones that plugged in to the wall for goodness sakes
vinyl swivel dining room chairs
the carpenters and johnny cash
hand-me-downs was the lottery
patches on all the clothes i owned and happy for it
2 pairs of shoes....1 for play and 1 for church
family dinners every night
chicken and stars  for lunch and potted meat sandwiches for camping trips
always something to do and never bored
grandparents were just as much family as mom and dad
black labs and beagle puppies
making jewelry with telephone wire
macrame hanging baskets
the price is right 
dad in his recliner every night for the evening news
the biggest and best ever climbing trees everywhere
mud puddles and ditches
metal gliders and lanterns on the porch
simple holidays with more memories than i can shake a stick at
swimming pools and playing in aunt ginny's make-up and closet
magic potions
striking matches and being scared to death of getting caught
the love of a wacky family and knowing nothing different or better
dang i miss those days.........

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