My dear daughter-in-law sent me this, and it made me think of my days growing up in my Father's home. I think his thumbprint is on everything I do, from being a parent to being a shop proprietress. This one's for you, Dad.....I miss you.
How's This For Nostalgia?
All the girls had ugly gym uniforms?
It took three minutes for the TV to warm up?
Nobody owned a purebred dog?
When a quarter was a decent allowance?
You'd reach into a muddy gutter for a penny?
Your Mom wore nylons that came in two pieces?
You got your windshield cleaned, oil checked, and gas pumped, without asking, all for free, every time? And you didn't pay for air? And, you got trading stamps to boot?
Laundry detergent had free glasses, dishes or towels hidden inside the box?
They threatened to keep kids back a grade if they failed. . and they did it!
No one ever asked where the car keys were because they were always in the car, in the ignition, and the doors were never
locked?
Playing baseball with no adults to help kids with the rules of the game?
Stuff from the store came without safety caps and hermetic seals because no one had yet tried to poison a perfect stranger?
When being sent to the principal's office was nothing compared to the fate that awaited the student at home?
Basically we were in fear for our lives, but it wasn't because of drive-by shootings, drugs, gangs, etc. Our parents and grandparents were a much bigger threat! But we survived because their love was greater than the threat.
Summers filled with bike rides, Hula Hoops, and visits to the pool, and eating Kool-Aid powder with sugar.
Soda pop machines that dispensed glass bottles.
Coffee shops with Table Side Jukeboxes.
Blackjack, Clove and Teaberry chewing gum.
Hey, wait.....we still carry these nostalgic gums, but they're definitely more than a dime, or whatever they cost way back when!
Didn't that feel good, just to go back and say, 'Yeah, I remember that'?And with all our progress, don't you just wish, just once, you could slip back in time and savor the slower pace, and share it with the children of today.
Happy Father's Day, fellas. Hope you enjoyed this trip down memory lane!
Until next time, I remain Bob's little girl,
Gyan
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