A little house with three bedrooms, one bathroom and a 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 had a living room where we would congregate...to talk as a family and sometimes to do homework...

or to watch TV. And we had one TV set, with rabbit ears and the ability to get one or two channels to watch several special shows. There weren't many available back then. We had no need for a family room...

At suppertime, we would meet in the kitchen and sit around the table eating dinner as a family. If we had a dining room, that was reserved for special occasions...

The living room and dining room were all we needed. If we snacked after dinner watching our shows on TV, we had potato chips that tasted like potato chips. To spice it up, we could make a dip using lipton's onion soup..

Store bought snacks were not that common as they are today, and Mothers liked to cook...and nothing compares to the snacks in Betty Crocker's Cookbook...

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 the 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 not a 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.

Remember going to the store and shopping casually,    
And when we went to pay for it using our real money?

Nothing that you had to swipe or punch in some amount,    
And 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 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 every mile;    
They had streamlining, 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 gave 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.