Tuesday, December 19, 2006


...remember the good ol' days, when the air was clean, and sex was dirty?

I just got this email from rickelle and as I read it, I thought, 'AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH'. And then thought that maybe you would like to go AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH, too.

For the children of the 50's and their offspring's offspring(that's YOU...grandchildren).

It's a matter of individual opinion whether times were better, but they were sure different.


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
Then in the kitchen we ate.

We had no need for family rooms
Or extra rooms to dine,
When meeting as a family
Those two rooms worked out fine.

We only had one TV set,
And channels maybe two,
But always there was something
On that was surely 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 from mama's cookbook.

Weekends were for family trips
Or staying home to play,
We all did things together --
Even go to church/synagogue 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 we never needed
anAccident Lawyer to defend!

The way that he took care of you
No matter 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 REAL money?

Nothing that you had to swipe
Or punch in the 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 to whom 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-walled,
With fins and had some style.T

he music that you played loud
Made you want to jive,
It was on a vinyl,
large-holed recordCalled a forty-five.

The record player had a middle
Post to keep them all in line,
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.

But, the simple life we lived
Still seems like so much fun,
How can you explain a game,
Called 'kick the can and run'?

And boys put baseball cards for
The noise between bicycle spokes,
What about those nickel red machines
That dispensed little bottled Cokes?

This life seemed so much easier
And slower in some ways,
I love the new technology
But I sure do 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 ol' days. They really were the best.

Thanks for walking with me down the path of memory lane. AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH...

Have a great day...stay safe...and thanks for dropping in.


At 7:48 PM, Anonymous John said...

You know, being in America, and seeing how it has changed from the 70s, when I grew up...

Well, Israel still has some of what we had in the 70s. Not as much as it used to, but there's a lot of it there.

It's one of the things that I love about the place, and that I want to get back to.

At 4:32 AM, Blogger Katherine said...

Hi Marallyn,
I loved the poem relating to life in the 50's. As a child of the '70's some of that definitely carried over to my generation. References to lipton soup chip dip (don't people still do this?) the milk man and playing 45's on the portable record player defitely stuck a nerve. We had 3 channels on our black and white tv (one of which seemed to give the ever pressing updates on agricultural grain prices)and we even had a doctor that made house calls. I miss the kindness and love of our neighbours and being part of a community that knew and cared for me like I did them.
love to you Marallyn,

At 7:48 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

I grew up in the late 60'5 early 70's and I remember those days. I guess for me it was how my parents chose to raise a family. Oh the good ole days. My 22,20 and 13 year old daughters recently saw a phone with a dial and thought it was strange. They had NEVER seen one before. It was funny to see their reaction.

Blessed Chanukah,


At 6:42 PM, Blogger Leann said...

boy did this bring back a blast from the past.I miss the years gone by more and more lately.seems like we stepped into a hole some place and just never were able to get back out to the good times.o there is good but it doesn,t seem like the ones I remember.the feelings just arent are rich and the joy as over welming as when I was a kid.maybe its cause Im getting older.it was just a slower safer and easyer time to live in.o we had things hanging over our heads like war and then kennedy getting shot and other stuff.but you seemed to be able to roll with the punches easyer.now I don,t seem to be able to roll.just take the punch and keep walking if I don,t fall down!!!shalom

At 8:51 PM, Blogger Geologychick said...

Great Post! Happy Hanukkah!

At 5:00 AM, Blogger marallyn ben moshe said...

shalom john my dear friend...of course you are coming back...i am counting on it...stay safe and talk to you soon

At 5:01 AM, Blogger marallyn ben moshe said...

shalom katherine...exactly!!! they were good ol' days...thanks for dropping in...i always love hearing from you

At 5:02 AM, Blogger marallyn ben moshe said...

shalom shira...i don't know if those days were better but i somehow think so...simpler too...thanks for sharing and dropping in...stay safe

At 5:37 AM, Blogger Val said...

loved remembering with you... thanks! :)

At 9:50 AM, Blogger Houston said...

I grew up in the 50's, too, so I totally relate to your cute poem.

Shabbat shalom, Marallyn.

Also, as Channuka passes, pleasant wishes to you and yours.

(Your're right though. Us folks do throw a good birthday party!)

At 11:14 AM, Blogger marallyn ben moshe said...

shalom leann...i absolutely agree with you...a sweet shabbat my friend

At 11:14 AM, Blogger marallyn ben moshe said...

hiiiiiiiiiiiii 'chick...and to you too...thanks for dropping in

At 11:15 AM, Blogger marallyn ben moshe said...

shalom val...isn't it fun walking down memory lane...glad to share the trip with you...shabbat shalom my dear friend

At 11:17 AM, Blogger marallyn ben moshe said...

hiiiiiiiiiiiii houston!!! yup you guys do throw one helluvah grand party...and between us, i don't think any group of kids had more fun growing up then us 'flower children'...peace, man lol...a sweet shabbat my friend...thanks so much for dropping in


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