Memory

MEMORIES

A little house with three bedrooms and one car on the street,

A mower that you had to push to make the grass look neat.


 

In the kitchen on the wall we only had one phone,

And no need for recording things, someone was always home.

 

We only had a living room where we would congregate,

Unless it was at mealtime in the kitchen where we ate.



We had no need for family rooms or extra rooms to dine,

When meeting as a family those two rooms would work out fine.


We only had one TV set, and channels maybe two,

But always there was one of them with something worth the view.

For snacks we had potato chips that tasted like a chip,

And if you wanted flavor there was Lipton's onion dip.


Store-bought snacks were rare because my mother liked to cook,

And nothing can compare  to snacks in Betty Crocker's book.




Weekends were for family trips or staying home to play,


We all did things together --  even go to church/synagogue to pray.


When we did our weekend trips depending on the weather,


No one stayed at home because we liked to be together.




Sometimes we would separate to do things on our own,


But we knew where the others were without our own cell phone.

Then there were the movies with your favorite movie star,


And nothing can compare to watching movies in your car.


 

Then there were the picnics at the peak of summer season,


Pack a lunch and find some trees and never need a reason.


 (notice how we dressed!)

Get a baseball game together with all the friends you know,


Have real action playing ball -- and no game video.


Remember when the doctor used to be the family friend,


And didn't need insurance or a lawyer to defend?


The way that he took care of you or what he had to do,


Because he took an oath and strived to do the best for you.

(and sometimes that meant coming to your home)


Remember going to the store and shopping casually,

And when you went to pay for it you used your own money?

 

 Nothing that you had to swipe  or punch in some amount,


Remember when the cashier person had to really count?

 

 (Why I think they even knew the name of everyone on every bill)


The milkman used to go from door to door, 

And it was just a few cents more than going to the store.

 

There was a time when mailed letters came right to your door,

Without a lot of junk mail ads sent out by every store.

The mailman knew each house by name and knew where it was sent;

There were not loads of mail addressed to "present occupant."




There was a time when just one glance was all that it would take,

And you would know the kind of car, the model and the make.


They didn't look like turtles trying to squeeze out every mile;

They were streamlined, white walls, fins, and  really had some style.




One time the music that you played whenever you would jive,

Was from a vinyl, big-holed record called a forty-five.


The record player had a post to keep them all in line,

And then the records would drop down and play one at a time.

 

 

 

Oh sure, we had our problems then, just like we do today,


And always we were striving,trying for a better way.

Oh, the simple life we lived still seems like so much fun,


How can you explain a game, just kick the can and run?


And why would boys put baseball cards between bicycle spokes,

And for a nickel red machines had little bottled  Cokes?

This life seemed so much easier and slower in some ways,


I love the new technology but I sure miss those days.

So time moves on and so do we, and nothing stays the same,


But I sure love to reminisce and walk down memory lane.

Andrew Lloyd Webber
Memory from Cats

Daylight
See the dew on the sunflower
And a rose that is fading
Roses whither away
Like the sunflower
I yearn to turn my face to the dawn
I am waiting for the day . . .



Midnight
Not a sound from the pavement
Has the moon lost her memory?
She is smiling alone
In the lamplight
The withered leaves collect at my feet
And the wind begins to moan



Memory
All alone in the moonlight
I can smile at the old days
I was beautiful then
I remember the time I knew what happiness was
Let the memory live again



Every streetlamp
Seems to beat a fatalistic warning
Someone mutters
And the streetlamp gutters
And soon it will be morning



Daylight
I must wait for the sunrise
I must think of a new life
And I musn't give in
When the dawn comes
Tonight will be a memory too
And a new day will begin



Burnt out ends of smoky days
The stale cold smell of morning
The streetlamp dies, another night is over
Another day is dawning



Touch me
It's so easy to leave me
All alone with the memory
Of my days in the sun
If you touch me
You'll understand what happiness is



Look
A new day has begun