I wrote this several years ago as I sat and recalled the memories of my youth...a time that was simple, wholesome, and happy...
Few and Far Between
How often do we see country grocery stores? Friends socializing on the porch… with welcome signs hanging on the porch.
When did you last hear an advertisement, such as this… A triple feature playing Saturday night on the big screen! Bring your family and a quilt! Hot buttered popcorn, cheeseburgers and cokes for a meal. A carload for five dollars…Wow what a great deal!
Drug stores are not the same… Customer’s records once kept in filing cabinet, now kept on computer or disk, We once read teen magazines relaxing at the snack bar, while cherry cokes we would sip.
The five and dime was a kid’s dream come true , browsing with eyes open wide, I recall the small store…it seemed so huge. A dollar would spend, and the things we could buy… it was a time when change was given back to you with a smile.
We proudly circled the drive in restaurants… our cars, gals, and guys we proudly displayed. Burgers and fries were delivered to our Chevy’s… overhead rock and roll did play.
School was a place for excitement…not place of fear… we could leave the campus for lunch, even go shopping down town. Only a few students didn’t return… and a few always brought up the rear. Days filled with socializing, and studies were hard too… these were the times of fun and in our hearts kept true .
It’s sad to say our children will never know… the fun we did share, the places we would go. The clothes that we liked to wear, I like to reminisce every now and then…Memories locked safe in my heart to revisit. For many they remain unseen, Today these wonderful places come few and far between.
It is one of the reasons that my wife and I are looking to move to Durango Colorado as soon as possible - to try and re-capture some of that goodness before the end.
I agree with CJ. You always keep me totally interested while I read your poems. This is wonderful for both those who can recall the times, and others who will get a chance to know what they were like, through your work.
Eileen
Reviewed by Kate Clifford (Reader)
Reviewed on October 7, 2006
Yes the changes are scary, but it is this darkness that will bring the light we all pray for. I work in a store that still has a lot of the old time in it :-) It's kind of sad watching it slowly change as the small city becomes a big one. I still smile everyday as there is always an experience that shows me we are doing okay :-)
Your children and grandchildren will always have those stories, Joyce. You have the rare and wonderful gift of being able to write about them. Please, get them published. They're so precious.
Love,
CJ
Reviewed by Victor Buhagiar (Reader)
Reviewed on October 7, 2006
And what about leaving the front door open? Or with a key in the lock? Who would dare these days when thieves steal just to buy drugs? The good old days are over. But we can still make our days bearable. Chin up, Joyce. Lovely poem. Victor
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Blessings,
Joselyn
It is one of the reasons that my wife and I are looking to move to Durango Colorado as soon as possible - to try and re-capture some of that goodness before the end.
Beautifully written ...
Richard Lloyd Cederberg
I will be lost If I have to move to the USA...the fastlane will kill me...lol!!
Love Tinka
Love,
Dove
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
Eileen
Love,
CJ