Good news was more often across the air waves, Men and women were honest, strong and brave. Happy children with grubby little faces, Family grocery shops in so many places. Pickles and relishes in the pantry canned, Life at that time seemed ever so grand. Pies and breads on the windowsills cool, love and kindness was the golden rule. Aprons on dresses to keep them clean, Every back door open with a wooden screen. Young folks today will never experience, That life’s pureness, calmness, and innocents. Some of the older ones know just what I mean, Only by walking along in our memories dream. Not again will we live in this quaint little world, Waking up, back to reality we are quickly hurled. Author Eileen Clark Authors note: Every generation had it’s own horrors so we try to look at the good things about it. When I look back I remember kids being obedient and respectful to parents, relatives, and teachers, it was not a matter of choice.
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