Ah! the Good Old Days!
Oft we hear that trite, well-worn phrase,
"Oh! How I long for those good old days!"
I admit at times I pine for those days and reminisce,
Comparing costs then and now and other things I miss.
You could fill your Studebaker's tank for about a dollar.
If gas exceeded nineteen cents a gallon, my how folks would holler!
Fifteen cents would buy a triple crowned ice cream cone,
And you didn't pay outrageous surcharges for a telephone!
Mr. Sears would send stuff to build a house for a thousand bucks,
Or, for about a thousand more, a splendid beauty far more deluxe!
A car cost about six-hundred bucks if bought from Mr. Ford,
Some with a rumble seat and of course a standard running board!
You'd pay ten bucks for weekly grub, more than you could tote,
And for five bucks, provide each of the kids with a winter coat.
For a nickel a Clark or Power House candy bar could be had.
A quarter would get you to a movie, with popcorn, I might add!
Alas, the cost of living will surely rise for each coming generation.
Fellers smarter than I blame it on something called inflation!
Years from now the grandkids will look back and tearfully recall,
That the house we paid twenty-thousand for wasn't bad at all!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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