Ah yes, surrounded by beautiful woman.
Actually, this was taken in the 70s when we lived in a mobile home park. Our neighbor on the left, and my pretty wife on the right. I do remember the appliances were all pink. 3 bedrooms, 64 feet long, 10 feet wide and three little rug rats too. Take about tiny houses, but we made it work for 7 years.
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I not only believe it was the "good days", Pappy, I believe it was the best of days.
Family time actually meant something back then, as did friendship, get-togethers, and holidays. There was a sense of closeness that I don't see today, and people respected one another back then, unlike nowadays.
People made-do with what they had, and what they didn't have, others were there to offer. I remember as a young child, running to the homes of neighbours to borrow a cup of sugar, flour, or whatever else mom was in need of, and when mom had whatever it was that she needed to borrow in her pantry, back over to the neighbours I'd go with cup in hand to payback the favour, and neighbours came calling at our house for the same.
Mom and dad were poor for years, so having a pickup truck was a dream, yet we had neighbours that would drive over to our house on Saturday morning, load up what yard waste and debris dad had collected over the course of the past week or weeks, and they'd haul it away, and it wasn't unheard of for neighbours to offer the use of a vehicle in the event someone needed one. People were more giving, but then again, people were more appreciative of the fact, unlike today.
Finding a babysitter for ones kids back in the day was as simple as calling up a neighbour. Today, we don't even know our neighbours, aside from two families that have resided next to us for as long as we've lived here.
I recall neighbourhood parties and barbecues, and what fun we had. Plans would be set in motion months in advance, and what fun everyone had. People worked from Monday to Friday, and weekends were for pleasure and play.
Homes were simple, well-kept, and people lived in the same home for decades, not just a few years, and families relied on a single vehicle to get around, and it didn't have to be a Mercedes Benz, a Rolls, or a Cadillac.
I remember come Christmas, invitations would fly, the phone was ringing, for mom and dad would be invited to multiple get-together's at neighbours homes, and kids were all invited, too, and heaven forbid someone was found to be alone, an invitation would be extended to them but someone or another in the neighbourhood to come for supper, and when it came to special times of the year such as Halloween, if a parent wasn't able to take their kids out, there was an endless choice of neighbours that were ready and willing to step up to the plate and take ones children out with their own children.
People, neighbours, you name it, everyone watched-out for one another, and when it came to knowing ones own children's parents, that was the norm. Everyone knew everybody, and everyone respected other people's belongings and property.
And then there were Sundays, when all was closed. All would be quiet on Sunday morning, church bells could be heard ringing in the distance, and busy in the kitchens were housewives preparing a special Sunday night supper for the family.
Gosh, I could go on and on...
What I'd give to wave goodbye to this materialistic, greedy era we live in, to be able to go back in time.
