Wednesday, October 14, 2015

REMEMBER WHENN.


I REMEMBER WHENN .....

I remember when there were no AM/PM markets or ' fast food' places. And, like those fortunate soulsof more vintage times, the cowboy, trapper, the old Indian, the farmer a ' Payed Vacation' meant
packing up and hoin' down the reliable stationwagon or the good 'ol pick up truck and heading for the beach, waterfalls, or mountain peaks.
You knew how to pack your vehicle so as you could stop along out of
the way places amid the beauty and scenescapes of unspoiled
land and existence. When you got to your special destination,
everything was unpacked and set up.

Every critical necessity key to enjoying the experience was addressed in a no frills but effective manner. You knew how to do that properly. You understood that these were 'universallly' acknowledged tenets of life by all people's far and near back then.

You were greatful if every once in a while, while passing through any town if you found a Howard Johnson's or a truck stop to use a bathroom and enjoy a treat. It was unthinkable for ANYONE to allow
themselves, let alone their small children, to trash any bathroom. How many times have I seen where many don't even know how to talk to or teach their small children, let alone anyone else ? What do you find all over the place today at AM/PM's, and the miriad of other fast food places ?

Nobody went around being 'religious-tarded' either. Everyone knew universally that the splendors of creation and existence, by themselves, spoke exponentially better, yet quietly and peacfully, teaching
us about the real truths of that subject than any frillified human oration could as to what that all really meant and still should mean today. We are really spiritual-centric beings on a spiritualnot religious journey provided we understand this. But, what do you find instead all over the
place today on tv, and radio, ?

How many of this generation, or what they claimed raised them,  would know how to appreciate, let alone do any of this properly today ? I've had these types tell me, ' What kind of world would it be if everyone did those things you do ? ' MY NO FRILLS ANSWER : That kind of world
would be one which some of us of our old school generation had once knew of, valued, and help create - a world where we left it as good as we found it. Because, we knew, understood, and accepted, as now, that nothing humans can do equates or measures better. It was meant to be that way.I think people in general were a better lot back then who also did simular things. For instance,they knew what being a neighbor meant and required when appropriate.

We realized then, as now, there can't be, nor will there ever be, a better world than such a world thisonce was, as has been proven to us. But, what would they know about that now ? They never had the
splendors of the day-to-day unspoiled wonders of existence to wonder at because of the greedy hands that have done everything in the name of ' human progress' to destroy most of it before they could
experience that for themselves.

In the meantime, I'll stick to what's left of my good old school country girl ways - I realize that's allI really have.

They can keep everything else.

                🐕🌋🎑🌃🌅🐾🔧🌉

MY LITTLE DIDDLY ( poem ) ....

REMEMBER WHENN....

Little kids never got money to go shopping. They were excited just to get a few pennies to go to the little mom and pop store down the street to get penny candy ?

Little girls and the other kids would meet and go to the local rain puddles down the street to swimm in the summer and boys would bring their toy boats THEY MADE TO FLOAT and fishing
poles to go fishing ?

You could get lost in the woods down the street. And boys could build treehouses anywhere including the woods and even invite some girls, while playing 'hooky' from skool ?

Do you remember on Fourth of July the grownups lit bonfires, played loud music, and nobody called the police or the firewagon ?

What do we have for our kids now ?......

Juvenile Hall ... ?
Pelican bay... ?
Guantanamo bay....?
chemtrails....?
HARP..?

Poor Mars...
You're next.

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