. . .Dad wasn't the king of the remote. There was no remote. If you didn't like the channel, you had to get up and change it.
. . .traveling required a map. Printed on paper. Good map skills meant being able to fold it back up again. The right way.
. . .kids either walked or rode their bike to school. Dad was at work and Mom had better things to do than to drive your lazy ass the 3 blocks to school.
. . .moms didn't say things like "lazy ass."
. . .suntan lotion was meant to enhance your tan, not prevent it.
. . .sunburns were simply an expected part of summer.
. . .lunches were carried in brown paper sacks or metal lunchboxes, filled with plastic baggies and a thermos whose top was a cup from which you could drink.
. . .when you got hot in the car, you rolled down the window. By hand.
. . .bell bottoms and plaid were a part of the everyday landscape. And everyone seemed perfectly happy about it.
. . .music filled the air by way of vinyl records and transistor radios.
. . .summer heat was chased away by screaming, giggling children running through sprinklers on their front yard lawns.
. . .one of the best things about weekends was Saturday morning cartoons.
. . .phones weren't things you carried around in your purse or pocket.
. . .playing after school meant riding bikes and roller skating up and down and around the block.
. . .parents weren't afraid to let their kids ride bikes and roller skate up and down and around the block.
. . .one of the first signs of Christmas was the toy catalog arriving in the mail.
. . .we didn't realize just how sweet life was.
Oh, to be able to spend one more day. . .back then.
|Very old and faded picture of my sisters and me (center) in 1975|