Lost in the Sixties

I received this in e-mail today from a friend and think it's great!

LOST IN THE SIXTIES

> 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 in the kitchen where we ate.
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> We had no need for family rooms or extra rooms to dine,
> When meeting as a family just one room would work out fine
>
> We only had one TV set, and channels, maybe two,
> But always there was one of them with something 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 had to cook,
> And nothing can compare to snacks in Betty Crocker's book.
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> Weekends were for family trips or staying home to play,
> We all did things together -- even go to church to pray.
>
> 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 from 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 didn't need insurance or a lawyer to defend?
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> 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 when the sky's were oh so sunny,
> And when you paid for what you got you used your very own money?
> Nothing you had to swipe or punch, or put in some amount,
> and you had a friendly cashier that actually could count?
>
> The milkman went from door to door,
> For just a few cents more than a trip to the store.
>
> The mail was delivered right to your door,
> Without the junk mail that we all deplore.
>
> 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 were streamlined, 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 disc they 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.
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> Oh sure, we had our problems then, just like we do today,
> As always we were striving, to find a better way.
>
> But how the simple lives we led, still seems like so much fun,
> when the only way to explain a game, was just kick the can and run?
>
> And why would boys put baseball cards between bicycle spokes,
> And for a nickel red machines had little bottled Cokes?
>
> This life seemed so much easier and slower in some ways,
> I love the new technology but I really 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.