Ah yes, the good old days, do you remember your parents and grandparents saying how much better things were back in their day? Well now it’s our turn to relate just how simple life seemed to be back when we were growing up. The sad part is, as each generation looks back on their “formative” years and compares it to the present day, and what should scare us greatly, is that the current time will one day be looked back upon fondly, and be recalled as, simply wonderful!

     Have a Friday to remember,



                                                                  Do you remember,

                                                                 those summer days,

      with time suspended,

    in a daze,

                                                                   of clear blue skies,

                                                                 and sunshine’s rays?


                                                                 When hours passed,

                                                                     like hours should,

                                                                        and it was safe,

                                                                    to walk the woods,

                                                            and your name was known,

                                                                 in the neighborhood.


                                                            When beaches were clean,

                                                                    without the waste,

                                                                       washed ashore,

                                                                        or left in haste,

                                                                     and the water had,

                                                                        no metallic taste.


                                                              Ah, the days of yesteryear,

                                                                will they ever reappear?

                                                                             I think not,

                                                                         and it’s my fear,

                                                                        that what is now,

                                                                      will be held as dear.


                                                                          Jack Downing

           May 2009

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Hearth and Health are wonderful things and if you're without either such sorrow that brings So I cannot express enough thanks to my Lord and to my family and friends for the support you afford! ~Jack Downing~
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2 Responses to Yesteryear

  1. Sally says:

    Scary isn’t it!!

    • Yeah, I can hear it now; “Back in my day, we used to wear ourpants down around the bottom ofour asses, with our underwear up around our chestsand the girls would wear clothes that showed offpractically everything,and we’d allhave tatoos and metallic objects stuck in, or on,every known part of our antatomy, yeah, those were the days alright!” “Oh and the music you kids listen to today, sucks. We had”classy” RAP backwhen I was growing up, you kids today justdon’t know what good music is!!” Normally, I’d say LOL at this point, but there really isn’t anything that isthe slightestbitfunny about it at all.


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