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One of the reasons I enjoy reruns of The Waltons is because in some ways it takes me back to yesterday.
Life seemed simpler then and things moved at a slower pace. I miss those times.
Family took center stage, most everyone we knew went to church, and parents didn’t fear for their children’s safety if they went to visit a friend down the street.
Where I lived courtesy was commonplace and integrity was held in high esteem. Kids played outside and we didn’t consider it torture. Gentlemen held the doors open for women and—gasp—women liked it!
There wasn’t as much disparity between classes then. The haves and have-nots were more apt to share one another’s burdens regardless of money or lack thereof.
We didn’t have to worry about turning on the television set during the dinner hour and having a provocative commercial compete with Mama’s mouth-watering rump roast.
Thanksgiving meant we truly gave thanks. And not for Black Friday sales either.
At Christmas we celebrated Jesus’s birth, and people could put up a Christmas tree, too, without folks over-analyzing its symbolism.
We didn’t eat out of a box and we were healthier for it.
We shopped the discount stores and weren’t embarrassed by the fact.
We read books and we were proud to admit it.
Our family was frugal before it became fashionable.
And we loved God, this great nation, and the principles this country was founded upon—all of which we are so complacent about now.
While I’m relieved our children won’t experience the same hardships of that time, it pricks my heart a bit to realize they’ll never know what they missed.
By the same token, we’ve gained a lot.
And I suppose progress is worth it, right?
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Here’s to walks down Memory Lane! *Clink* (My coffee mug to yours!)
Blessings Always,
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I miss it, too. Especially not ‘having’ to have a smart phone, whatever that is.
But I don’t miss polio summers, and a world in which women could never aspire to be engineers or airline pilots.
I’m grateful that there has not been a fatality in a major NASCAR race since 2001, largely as a result of better understanding of the science through the use of computer simulation.
And I’m grateful for a God who will never abandon us, even though we seem to worship at the mall. He’s adaptable; He’ll show up there.
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Andrew, I smiled and nodded when I read your comment. And your last statement? “…I’m thankful for a God who will never abandon us, even though we seem to worship at the mall. He’s adaptable; He’ll show up there.” I love that. Love it!
Your post makes me think about that infamous tree, so long ago, in Eden. The tree of KNOWLEDGE of good and evil. Since my childhood, our world has made incredible technological advances, experienced medical breakthroughs, designed outstanding equipment and has heightened educational awareness. All this KNOWLEDGE is good; it saves us time, increases lifespans, and provides us with opportunities and lifestyles that are better, yet with that KNOWLEDGE comes the other side, the bad. Man takes credit for their superior ingenuity and abilities. We end up with graven images, idols and the like instead reverencing a jealous God.
So I think we miss the good ‘ole days because our spirits long for a pure world, it aches for our heavenly home. And one day, when our mission is done on earth, we will walk by His side and let me just say, NO ONE will be missing yesterday then! LOL
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Thank you, Julia, for summing it up so beautifully! True-true-true. That’s it exactly!
As a Christian I do long for my heavenly home. I think we tend to remember our yesterdays, the perceived “better days,” because despite some great technological advancements, some other changes are less than ideal. They make it seems like we’ve regressed.
This is sweet, Cynthia. So much of the past melts my heart … gives me warm fuzzies all over.
I love The Waltons, too. The girls have seen every episode, and we have now moved on to Leave it to Beaver. 🙂
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Shelli, we need to live closer! We could have a marathon. 🙂
I suppose each generation has its “good old days.”
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True, Patti.