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The Early 1960s

Oh… how I miss that time! With it’s Saturday morning cartoons. Not to mention, daily comics stolen from Papa’s newspaper, too! Saturday was way better! With Snoopie, Little Abner, and friends. Now I can’t find a newspaper! Or any more of those ‘News Stands’! It would have been wonderful, to bring Dragon to ‘Show and Tell’! To go outside to play with my friends, instead of texting from cells! Play ‘Hide and Seek’ together, instead of computer games, I think! Always walking with friends, not separately, driven everywhere… But life goes on, they do say. Sigh! As we’ve lost those golden rules. Drugs were rumored somewhere else, now at our children’s school. We used to play at a neighbors house, now, they’re all out at the Mall. Why can’t we just have fun, and with safe neighborhoods, all around? Where are all the children, and beloved stay at home, kind of Moms? Instead the children are in daycares, forgetting they even have a Mom. They’re gaining a group mentality, and bullying is far, out of control. Where is all the supervision? Will the children ever, be the same again? I miss my Mom’s good cooking, with only occasional fast food stuff. Where are GP rated TV shows: they’re all now, filled with violent crime. We used to love the babysitter, now it’s TV’s with hundreds of channels. But best of all, we talked and talked, not texted, all day into a cell phone! If I could give one thing to my child, one day in the past, would be my gift. But he might not even understand, what I’m trying to give to him… at all. I expect he’d be bored, and find the first opportunity to try to get away. He’d, laugh at ever going back there, again! … I could cry! … Heavy, Sigh!

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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Date: 5/5/2015 10:58:00 AM
May be one of best nostalgic poems have read!! Sigh! Now that am older,understand parents' nostalgia. Think those born around turn of Century (20th), have experienced most change in lives--from horse and buggies thru 2 world wars thru Great Depression to rockets and a touch of computers. Sorry to be so wordy, but your poem got me to thinking and feeling like a good poem should.
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Date: 3/23/2015 12:06:00 PM
Wonderful poem, Carol. I enjoyed the walk down memory lane, as I was a young mom during that time. Yes...the simple days! Congratulations on your win. Sandra
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Date: 3/22/2015 11:02:00 PM
CAROL, Congratulations on your wonderful win. Always ~LINDA~
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Date: 3/22/2015 9:09:00 PM
It is sad that today's kids will never know the simple joys of the past. I grew up in the 90's and it was the last innocent decade, I believe... I really enjoyed your great poem, Carol. Congrats on the win!
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Date: 3/20/2015 11:36:00 AM
Yes, that was a better time, with more integration with our neighbors, Our kids played with the neighborhood kids in safety. Isolation, and interaction only with electronic gadgets is not a healthy way to grow up. Leads the child away from reality, and, if you read the statistics, kids continually playing the fast-paced games has led to an increase in epilepsy.
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Date: 3/7/2015 9:19:00 AM
We lived then, they live now. And God has not changed. Peace. :)
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Date: 3/3/2015 4:56:00 PM
ahann,,best way to define time travel the days we live and those we lived are all different everyday is a burden and everything happens of sudden.#beauty in words..shows how a person should really be#krb@burningsoulz,,thts wot i have been from years..plz find some time to read and help if i am worng anywhere
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Date: 3/2/2015 8:22:00 AM
Such a lovely write, Carol.
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Date: 3/1/2015 6:17:00 PM
Very nicely written good poem brings back memories if you like 60s music you might like this site http://player.listenlive.co/23031
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Date: 3/1/2015 12:06:00 PM
Excellent Carol..I truly believe the next generation is in trouble...Not knowing the meaning of hard work...hoofing it to their friends or to school....staying out from morning until the street lights came on...inventing games with all the neighborhood kids...walking down the streets...knowing all your neighbors and everyone knowing your name...I'm sorry this generation is missing out.
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