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A little house with three bedrooms and one car on the street,
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the kitchen on the wall we only had one phone, And no
We had no need for family rooms or extra rooms to dine,
We only had one TV set, and channels maybe two, But always there was one of
them with something worth the view.
For snacks we had potato chips that tasted like a chip, Store-bought snacks were rare because my mother liked to cook, And nothing can compare to snacks in Betty Crocker's book.
The snacks were even healthy with the best ingredients,
Weekends were for family trips or staying home to play,
When we did our weekend trips depending on the weather,
Sometimes we would separate to do things on our own,
Then there were the movies with your favorite movie star,
Then there were the picnics at the peak of summer season,
Get a baseball game together with all the friends you know,
Remember when the doctor used to be the family friend,
Nothing that you had to swipe or punch in some amount, Remember when we breathed the air; it smelled so fresh and clean,
And chemicals were not used on the grass to
And it was just a few cents more than going to the store. There was a time when mailed letters came right to your door,
Without a lot of junk mail ads sent out by every store.
There were not loads of mail addressed to "present occupant." Remember when the words "I do" meant that you really did,
And not just temporarily 'til someone blows their lid.
There was a time when married life was
And you would know the kind of car, the They didn't look like turtles trying to squeeze out every mile;
They were streamlined, white walls, fins, and One time the music that you played whenever you would jive,
Was from a vinyl, big-holed record called a forty-five.
The record player had a post to keep them all in line,
And then the records would drop down and play one at a time.
Oh sure, we had our problems then, just like we do today,
We now can even program phones with music or
And why would boys put baseball cards between bicycle spokes,
And for a nickel red machines had little bottled
This life seemed so much easier and slower in some ways,
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