Do you remember when bread was bread, the smell of such would please your very senses.. and do you remember the honest baker working in his small bakery who delivered his fresh wares in his van…
Do you remember the fruit and veg shop, all fresh from the local market, when you had to wash the lettuce at least 3 times to be rid of the little flies.. but the lettuce tasted crisp and clean.
Do you remember when lamb chops were an inch thick, and when cooked ground beef stayed in juicy lumps…
Do you remember when you didn’t have to read the back of labels for chemicals or worry what they may do.
Do you remember when fruit was juicy and ran down your chin…
Do you remember when you bought a rose, it would go to full bloom before it died…
Do you remember when children respected teachers and parents…
Do you remember when the parks were full of children flying kites and sailing toy boats…
Do you remember when hedgerows were full of nesting birds, and gardens were full of butterflies and bees…
Do you remember when an old gentleman would rub the head of a little girl walking with her parents as he said hello, without fear of being accused of being a pervert…
Do you remember friendly neighbours who watched your house when you were away and you’d do the same for them…
So much has gone from our lives and society, some still remain, but oh so few.
Our food is full of chemicals, ground beef can be anything from a cow and cooks in small bitty grains..
Lamb chops are thin and expensive..
The bakers van doesn’t come around anymore, and the bread no longer has the freshly baked smell… because its full of preservatives… Even what they call organic isn’t the same.
Fruit and veg is sold in huge chain stores and the small markets struggle to survive.. what fruit and veg we have is heavily sprayed with insecticides or pumped full of hormones to look just right,
Rosebuds die before they even open.
Our gardens lack the butterflies and bees because of insecticides and the hedgerows are empty of birds because their insects they feed from are killed off and the greenery is all but cut down.
Children are rude to their parents and teachers alike, and we call it freedom of speech.
The parks have only sports games played in them now, apart from the very small, the rest are at home on computers.
Neighbours are afraid to leave their keys with anyone, and people tend to keep themselves to themselves.
No gentleman will say hello with a friendly pat on a childs head because of the amount of terrible stories we hear…
I often wonder what this world will be like for our grandchildren, for the most part I believe that we saw the best of the world the way it was…
Progression… moving forward… call it what you like..
I don’t prefer to call it anything…
But I do like to remember….
The way things used to be….
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hpylady_
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Nov 5 @ 12:43AM
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I do remember those things and I'm glad other folks do too ... there was also a milkman who delivered milk ... and the bread man also had sweet rolls and my grandpa always had fresh coffee so the bread man would sit and talk with grandpa while they eat a roll .. was really nice .. also the doctor made house calls .. and would eat supper with you if you happen to have it ready when he stopped in. 
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kywonder
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Nov 5 @ 1:31AM
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I remember my mom baking bread and feeling the house with the smell of fresh bread. Another one of my favorite smells was her dressing that she always made every Thanksgiving. God bless her soul, she is not able to cook any more and when she does it tastes nothing like it did when she was younger.
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musicianfriend
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Nov 5 @ 1:36AM
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Ah ha! The June Cleaver days....when American were happy...
I remember those days too..I remember the milk man and the milk came in bottles covered with a paper cap...
According to the libs...things are much better now than yesteryear....What planet are these people from I just dont know...
I remember neighborhoods full of happy children...and the smell of dinner cooking as in those days..mothers actually mothered their own children...dad came home..and we all sat down together and ate dinner...together...there we shared the day...learned table manners...and had to ask permission before leaving the table...
We were happy...safe..and secure....unlike the poor little latch key kids of these days...cause after all...the parents want the kids to have every single material good they can buy for them....LOVE? Whats that?
Things..stuff...possessions.....thats whats important these days...and because the parents feel guilty because they know its absurd deep down in side to actually beleive that money is more important than providing a safe secure home....and a mother cooking wholesome healthy foods as opposed to take and bake pizza and burger king...or Hamburger helper...these material parents spoil little Johnny and Little Sara until no one can even stand them around ....the little Lord Fontleroys...and the Princess's..that will have NO FREAKING CLUE how to have a successful marriage....
Why? Because mothering is a labor of love...no paycheck..but the most important job in the entire nation...Adn being a father means you spend time showing your kid how to do what you do...instead of drinking beer and watching football..or partying with your friends...
No one has taught these young people that there must be sacrifice for the good of the family...its all become about pleasing oneself..at all costs....NARCISSISM.
I do miss those days....I was lucky...I was June Cleaver..and we had a leave it to beaver home...at least for 14 years...then...the new narcissistic way of thinking came over my husband and he forgot his obligations...He wanted to be 'young again' and blow coke and drink with young women...
I finished raising my kids the rest of the 13 years ..alone....we had a freaking blast....
Now hes married to the party gal..and hes had a heartattack..and cant 'party' anymore...  and shes younger than him..and she likes the men...especially the ones with money. .lmao..I hear things arent to good in paradise....It never is..The grass isnt greener anywhere else...But Thats another story...
The best day ever was when she called me...complaining about him..that hes mean and likes to fight....lol...I already knew that...lol But he wasnt always that way...I think he was going through his mid life crisis...He wanted to be Cool! 
Bimbos...if a man will date you while hes married...what do you think your getting? A faithful husband? Wheres the wisdom?
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ElmerFudd445
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Nov 5 @ 3:57AM
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And... Your grandchildren will be saying the same things.. Remember when...
As our grandparents would say to us... "I remember when...." 
All the generations remember when times where simpler and less complicated. All the generations will question what has happened to "the kids today"
Our memories should serve to bring us smiles
The smiles should give us to hope for the future! 
Love the blog! 
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Wing_Zero_75
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Nov 5 @ 8:21AM
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Children are rude to their parents and teachers alike, and we call it freedom of speech. Its the parents that teach them that though. Everything you typed is either destroyed by greed or apathy. The consumers want more for less and the producers want to sell less for more.
Good blog though, It made me think of when I was a child. Everything was so pure and innocent, but then again, I idnt know any better.
Larry
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BionicCouple
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Nov 5 @ 9:26AM
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 ... and I wonder sometimes why I wish there was another planet I could go to. It's hard to stay positive in such a horribly fearful, materialistic world.
A very well written, but sadly true blog. 
I am going to try to think of possible ways to bring back some of the good things of the past into my life.  ... Okay, here goes ...
We do still have butchers, bakers, candlestick makers, milkmen who delivery more than just bottled milk and farm shops with reasonably priced fresh, organic fruit and veg. The quality of ground beef depends on what you can afford, but even during my poorest times I would rather buy steak mince and mix it with vegetables to make it go further, rather than twice as much of that horrible cheap frozen stuff with bits of bone and gristle. 
I hear bread making machines are really cheap, easy to use and if you invest in big bags of flour and yeast it can work out cheaper than buying ready-made bread.
Unfortunately most cut roses are force bred to last as long as possible which often means they won't bloom, so here's a tip to get buds to open. Snip the ends of the stems at an angle and put in warm water. When they start to open up you can tease them open by squeezing the bud gently to soften it and opening the petals up. Once slightly open the rose should fully bloom over the next few days.
I don't think children ever respected teachers, they were simply scared of them in case they got the cane. Worse still, they had to face the wrath of their parents who would probably punish them twice as hard when they got home. Though there is little discipline in schools or at home these days, children are still abused. Maybe it's time discipline was considered acceptable again. A clip round the ear or a smack round the legs or wrist is often the only language some children will understand. Of course there will always be those who will take advantage of being able to dole out corporal punishment, but there should also be tougher checks on teaching staff.
I still see a lot of children flying kites, playing football and all over the swings and slides in the parks here ... I don't think a lot has changed except perhaps parents accompany their children until they're a bit older these days. I didn't let my daughters go to the park with their friends until they were between 9 and 10. I figured they needed to be a little street wise to walk to high school once they turned 11 so needed to get into practice.
I suppose it's also up to parents to stop their children being afraid of anyone they consider a stranger. Truth be known, the most crimes committed against children are by family members or friends. Perhaps if children were less afraid then men of all ages would be less afraid to smile at them or pass the time of day.
We can encourage birds, butterflies and bees into our gardens by planting the right kind of flowers and shrubs, putting out bird seed, etc. We still have wild blackberries growing here and I often used take the kids blackberry picking in the summer.
My neighbours still watch my place for me when I go away, and feed my cats. I'm sure there must be communities in the US where this still happens too, maybe it depends on how large they've become and how long people have lived there.
Maybe what we're missing is still there somewhere, we just have to look a little harder for it these days. 
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