~Published in the Charleston Gazette, Sunday, January 27, 2013~
A
family member phoned last night, rather late, and said he was coming by to drop
off some things. My first impulse was to unlock the door and continue reading
my engrossing book, but on second thought, I decided that wasn’t a good idea.
What
if a stranger decided to walk in?
Oh,
how times have changed! When I was growing up, we never would have worried
about such a thing. We didn’t even lock our doors. In the summertime, at night,
we used the little latch on the screen door and left the big door open all
night. We had to. It was hot and we had no air conditioning. Besides, there was
nothing to fear. We lived in a small town where everyone knew everyone else and
we took care of each other.
Imagine
leaving your doors unlocked now. Mine are usually locked – even in the
daytime. My children have their own keys. I wish we didn’t live in such an
untrustworthy world.
As
a child, I walked quite a distance to school, sometimes alone. In those days,
no one ever thought of a child from an ordinary family, like mine, being
kidnapped or harmed in any way. In a small town, like the one I lived in,
everyone looked out for all of the
children – not just their own. It was a much safer world then.
My
friend and I used to spend Saturday afternoons at the movies eating popcorn,
watching a movie, sometimes more than once, and interacting with other friends
from school, who spent their Saturdays the same. It was great; something to
look forward to every week. We'll never forget those Saturdays of our youth!
Nowadays,
mothers deliver their children to and from school and accompany them everywhere
they go. There are some who still ride school buses, but when they step off the
bus in the evening, their mothers wait nearby to take them home.
Some
of my most enjoyable times occurred on the way home from school in the
afternoon. I shudder at the thought of all the fun I would have missed if my
mother had picked me up!
There
was a soda fountain in our town reminiscent of the one on “Happy Days.” As we
sauntered home from school, my friends and I stopped there most evenings for a
coke, a milkshake, an ice cream soda, or just plain enjoyment. Lots of good
things happened there. While the jukebox played my favorite songs, I sometimes
met a new friend or engaged in a flirtation with a boy from school. And when I
was in high school, many Saturday night dates were made sitting at the old
soda fountain sipping a coke. A few
times, I was asked to write my phone number on a napkin for someone who may
want to use it later.
Yes,
it’s a changed world.
I
suppose my parents thought the same thing when I was growing up. If there’s
anything we can count on, it’s change. But no matter how things fluctuate,
the era we grew up in – to each of us – will always be the best!
How true this is. I miss the good old days. Thanks for the memories, Peggy.
ReplyDeleteI remember those days. It had to be the best of all times. Wish I could go back there. Thanx!
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