A man was talking to his grandson.
“Tommy, I was born before television, penicillin, polio shots, frozen foods, copy machines, contact lenses, Frisbees and the pill.
There was no radar, credit cards, pantyhose, fast food, pizza joints, computers, lasers or ballpoint pens.
The only ‘aids’ we knew of were helpers in the school office, chips came from wood, hardware came from hardware store and software wasn’t even a word.
Only millionaires had air conditioners, dishwashers, or clothes dryers. Our clothes dried outside, in fresh air and sunshine.
Not only had man not walked on the moon, nothing had ever gone into space, and no one had even broken the sound barrier.
Families got married first and lived together after. Most families had a father and a mother.
Until I was 25, I called any man older than I, ‘Sir.’ After 25, I still called policemen and every man with a title, ‘Sir.’
We didn’t have gay rights, equality for women, dual careers, daycare centers, or group therapy.
Many schools were racially segregated.
Our lives were governed by the Ten Commandments, good judgment, and common sense.
We were taught the difference between right and wrong and to take responsibility for our actions.
Serving your country was a privilege. Living here was an even bigger privilege.
‘Having a meaningful relationship’ meant getting along with your cousins.
Time-sharing meant spending time with your family.
Grass was mowed, coke came in cold bottles, pot was for cooking and rock music was a lullaby from grandma.
We never heard of FM radios, tape decks, CDs, MP3s, electric typewriters, yogurt, or guys wearing earrings.
We listened to the radio.
Anything that said ‘Made in Japan’ was junk.
There was no instant coffee, let alone a four-dollar cup of coffee.
We had 5 & 10-cent stores that actually sold things for those prices.
Ice-cream cones, phone calls, streetcar rides, and Coke all cost a nickel.
Postage stamps cost 3¢ and postcards a penny.
You could buy a new car for $600 and fill it with gas at 11¢ a gallon, but it had almost no safety equipment, not even a seat belt.
We even thought a woman needed a man to have a baby.”
“Gosh, Grandpa. Just how old are you, anyway?” asked Tommy.
His grandfather replied, “I am 59.”
The only thing constant is “change”