The Good Ole Days
Can we go home
I've just returned from visiting my mother, something that I do as often as I can, even though she lives over two thousand miles away. Our visits are the highlight of my year. But I noticed something on this visit that I hadn't noticed before. The nostalgia kicked in, the longing for yesteryear. Now, mind you I do this about twice a year, (visit my mother). This is the first year that I recall being so nostalgic. The first year that I really wanted to "go home,"..................... What happened?
Let me see if I can figure this out. Well, for one thing, we went to the Farmer's market, something that I do all the time on my visits. This time I saw something new. A pea sheller. "A what," I asked my mother.They no longer shell their own peas, it's done by this new contraption, that does it for you, ( I know this contraption is used in industry by the big guys). However, I was so looking forward to sitting on the porch and shelling peas over conversation, swatting mosquitoes, drinking a nice big glass of ice cold sweet tea. It's gone, all gone. Then I went to a small backwoods cafe, and up on a shelf, were two old fashioned ice cream churns. Oh, I remember the days, those long hot summer days, that we use to take turns churning our own dessert, all gone now.
The good ole days
Were those the good ole days? When we were young we never thought that we'd be saying those were the good ole days. And can you imagine, young people today could one day be saying, these were the good ole days. Now let's think about that for a minute. When we look back at some of the things that we use to do when we were young, most seemed hard then, now they seem not so hard. But in reality, they were hard. Who of us would, if given the chance, go back to, let's just say, when we want ice cream, we have to go to the stove and cook the cream mixture, and sit down and churn it ourselves. And what about coming home from a hard days work and have to shell peas before we cooked them. Not to be crass, but, going to the bathroom was no walk in the park, it was a walk in the backyard. These were realities of my "Good ole days."
A lot of us, say, over forty can remember, when we had to watch black and white television.Think, would you like to wonder what color that beautiful dress, that you see advertised is, or that nicely decorated room, what colors they used on the wall etc? Not to mention, no remote control. Most families who had children, the children were the remote controls, (If indeed they did have TVs). They were even called in from outside, while playing, to change the channel on the television. What about during the days, when hospitals were few and far between and doctors had to come to the home. Would we want to wait for the doctor, to come during a heart attack, or a badly burned body. Now what about the automobiles, ladies, there was a time when the stick shift car was the only way to drive, most of us wouldn't drive if that's the only way to drive? Air conditioners were at one time so expensive that most cars didn't have them. Speaking of having air conditioners in cars, most of us didn't even have them in our homes. Good ole days, I think not in these cases. What about the washing machine, (wringer type), and no dryer, clotheslines were a necessity. Oh yeah, the refrigerators that had to be defrosted. Those were my good ole days!
Young people, just about twenty years ago, the only way to communicate by phone, when you were out, was to go to a phone booth, (yuk). What? you say, no cell phones, that's right, no cell phones. You also had to go out and play, yes, outside, no television, no video games, or computer. There was a time when research was done using the encyclopedia, not the computer. Reports were hand written, or typed on an old fashion typewriter. You see the good ole days apply to all generations. As stated before, these will one day be the "good ole days." Most would say that they would not want to go back there, although, in some cases, they should, like,not staying inside all day.
Should we go home again
Thomas Wolf wrote, "you can't go home again." Thinking back to what home was back when I was a young girl, shelling peas, churning ice cream, defrosting refrigerators, hanging clothes on the clothesline, no air conditioning, backyard bathroom, and many more of my nostalgic moments. I'm inclined to ask myself, "do I want to go home again?" When I ponder these things, noted above, my answer is a resounding, NO! So as we see the advancements in technology,rapidly increasing, going home again won't be so appealing as time goes on. And so the nostalgia for the "good ole days," will just remain that, and remembering the things the way I want to and, not for the way they really were. Thanks Mr. Wolf, for reminding me with that statement.
Do You Long For the Good Old Days
- The (Good) Old Days Weren't So Bad After All
Yonkers, N.Y., was a bustling community in the '30s and '40s when I grew up. It was a great city, once known as "The City of Gracious Living." Recently, however, I read in the New York Times that it's now sometimes referred to as "Beirut-on-the-Hudso
© 2009 Alfreta Sailor