SIMPLE MEMORIES OF SIMPLER TIMES

You know you are aging when you reminisce about “the good old days”!

But seriously, am I the only one who marvels at the contrasts of these days compared to the previous ones?

One of my craziest thoughts that I try to process is the fact that my Grandpa Frazier used to talk about the time his family traveled by covered wagon from Girard, KS to move to the flatlands near Cimarron and Ingalls.

They were farmers and Girard soil was rocky. If you are a wheat farmer, western Kansas is the place to plant, not eastern.

Grandpa remembers being around six years old and rambling along the outskirts of Wichita observing the lights in the distance.

Imagine that! Someone I personally knew who lived during the period of covered wagons!

By the time my Grandpa Frazier died, he had seen technology move from wagons to cars, to putting men on the moon (and that one he observed on television!)

He was enlisted in World War 1, survived the depression and the dust bowls of western Kansas. He and Grandma buried their miscarried baby in a box in their back yard.

What a different age it was.

What a different age it is.

I don’t think I am that old until I found myself just this morning reflecting on my own childhood

My kids have no idea what it is like to be attached to the wall while you talk on the phone! Good night, I remember phones before we even had answering machines!

They have not a clue as to what it is like to only get pop and chips when a babysitter is over or you are on vacation.

I can remember my parents buying a car for my mom from the neighbors down the street for $20! Today that car would be a classic worth far more than that!

Because we walked home from school every day for an hour lunch, once in a blue moon, mom would pull up to the school at noon and take us out for a burger in that old car. We were so excited to have the rare treat of a hamburger and French fries!

One reason that we had an hour for lunch was that most moms did not work outside of the home. I loved walking home and having that time to download with my mom, touch base and get some love and encouragement before walking back to school.

I felt sorry for a couple of my friends who walked home to an empty house because their moms worked. Mine was always home when I was sick to hold the vomit bowl, rub my back or fix me a bowl of soup.

Toys were pretty rare unless we earned some money or could hold on until birthdays or Christmas. We didn’t have a McDonald’s in Liberal, KS when I was in grade school, so no Happy Meals for me!

Once a year on television, the Christmas shows would appear on a certain day and hour. We made sure to be ready to watch “Rudolph”, “Charlie Brown’s Christmas” and “Frosty the Snowman” when they were to be shown because they would only air once during the season and there were no VHS or DVD’s.

On summer mornings, we would get up early and catch old reruns of the black and white, “Little Rascals” shows. Nothing needed censored except, “Love American Style” and “Laugh In” (mainly because of shady jokes and Goldie Hawn rocking in her bikini!)

On summer days, we spent hours at the neighborhood park, playing on the equipment and making up games. There was no fear of child molesters or sex traffickers. We knew everyone in the neighborhood and had there been an issue, we had anyone’s doorstep to run to.

The girls played Barbies, the boys with G.I. Joe’s and everyone had a hula hoop or a game of Twister.

On summer nights, the mosquito sprayer would often come through town and we would run behind the truck in the fog, laughing! Bad, I know, but we did try to hold our breath!

Every once in awhile an ice cream truck would grace our neighborhood and all the kids would flock to it to get their favorite popsicle or cone.

There is so much more now for kids to entertain them and keep them busy but I can’t imagine that the options are better or they are any less bored than we were.

Technology and busy schedules can’t make up for some of the simple treats in life that made the memories of the past so special.

Sometimes, you don’t know what you had, til it’s gone.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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