this is so me. the way life used to be and how it is today

What about God?

Read to the end….
“Good night and God bless.”  (Red)
Go all the way to the bottom past the pictures… I think you’ll enjoy it. Whoever wrote this must have been my next door neighbor because it totally described my childhood to a ‘T.’ Hope you enjoy it.

Black and White
Black and White (Under age 50? You won’t understand.)
You could hardly see for all the snow,
Spread the rabbit ears as far as they go.
Pull a chair up to the TV set,
‘Good Night, David. Good Night, Chet.
My Mom used to cut chicken, chop eggs and spread mayonnaise on the same cutting board with the same knife and no bleach, but we didn’t seem to get food poisoning.
My Mom used to defrost hamburger on the counter and I used to eat it raw sometimes, too. Our school sandwiches were…

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  1. What a wonderful reminder of how life used to be. I loved Red Skelton! I have a couple of DVDs of his programs. Then there was The Lone Ranger and Tonto. Bet you didn’t know that Tonto was born near where I grew up. 🙂 His mother was in the bed beside my grandmother in the hospital once. Life was so much simpler then and I think people were happier. There wasn’t the strong focus on accumulating things as there was on just surviving and maintaining a happy family. I didn’t get spanked, but I was a shy, only child with little incentive to get myself into trouble. I remember we were the first in our neighborhood to have TV. When Queen Elizabeth’s coronation was on, the neighbors all came into our house to watch it. Well, what you could see of it through the snowy screen.


    • i live too much in my past, fighting the inventions of today. did i own a cell phone then? no, if i needed help what did i do, waited for some kind stranger to stop and help me. this is just an example of the difference today from yesterday. the thing i miss the most today from yesterday is family. i love my kids more than life, but they are too busy to come see mom or ill or working or what ever else. in the past, sundays were set aside for family. that is just the way it was and we counted on family for everything, unlike today, each is out for his or her own, a sad situation. we wonder why we are all so lonely? because no one takes the time anymore


      • I not only didn’t own a cell phone in the past, but I still don’t own one. Problem today with waiting for a kind stranger to stop and help is that the stranger may not be so kind and may be more harmful than helpful. I think that is something I miss, too, that people can’t be trusted any more (strangers, that is). There are so many con men around trying to relieve elderly people from their life savings, and perverts wanting to abduct children or harm or rob people. I know some of that went on years ago, always has, but it seems like epidemic proportions today. We have had 2 murders in this neighborhood (one shooting, one stabbing) in the last week. It doesn’t make you feel too safe. And I don’t live in a high-risk crime area or city. I’d hate to live in some of the huge cities that are real crime centers.


      • i only have a cell phone because when my dad was so ill, he felt like he needed to be able to get to me at any moment, then later i used it for all of Al’s doctors, and now i am getting ready to downgrade. i don’t use all the features, only texting and talking. i am going to be going down to the basic cell which will enable my children who don’t live around me to text and call.
        you are right, there is more danger with stranger today. it is sad as God is taken out of every possible place people can get by with it, the world gets worse


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