As time went by….

As time went by….

 

I was reading in the Sunday paper about radios… remember them? 

And I thought how easier life was back then.  It isn’t just because it was 1940 something.. it was how we were inform of the daily world news, BUT we didn’t have video’s of it.. We relied on the reporter.. And in those days they were REPORTERS… not opinions. 

We heard the horror of the blimp coming down back East and it burning as it went and the reporter telling everything he saw.   We would listen in seriousness of the reporter’s voice as he reported what his reporter in the field of Europe during the war, saw.  

 

We also laughed and were even scared sometimes..  How many of you were in your beds at night, and hearing come from the living room … where your folks were listening to their shows…  NOBODY KNOWS BUT THE SHADOW….or as the door creeped open of the show called Inner Sanctum      and LIGHTS OUT…. The FBI files, and Edgar G. Robinson’s voice that scared you…  And then there was Fibber McGhee and Mollie, and Amos and Andy (who we did not know weren’t black for a long time) and of course Bob Hope… And of course the soap operas for the women during the day… There was the music where you could understand the words… And during war time hear I’LL BE HOME FOR CHRISTMAS.. and WHITE CHRISTMAS sang by Bing.  There was the Andrew Sisters and so many more.. 

 

Sadly our kids nor our grandchildren… and especially our great grandchildren.. will never know the peace of mind of those days.. Yes we worried about family members over there, fighting what was suppose to be the last big war.  But families worked hard together.  There was Victory Gardens..  save the metal for the government… And rationing of sugar, gas and etc.  While no one was thrilled about it.. there was not the rage of today, during that time.   Children were for the most part well behaved.. Knowing full well, if they screwed up, their parents would know about it before they got home.   Nothing the teacher said that would be as bad as when you got home and listen to your parents.. Respect, I guess..  not a lot of people have respect for others much anymore.. 

 

Then television came… it was in the house.. unlike the movies. And during the Vietnam war, we saw daily reports.. video reports from the killing fields.. While it brought us MR ROGERS,  and the rest.. it also brought us violence… world wide.. nation wide.. no longer did we just see our own little town.

 

Right now, in the town I live in.. and what is going on is nothing like all the big cities, Portland, Seattle, New York, and the rest of the riot areas… I almost feel like the days of 1940…. As long as I don’t turn on the television and see the moment to moment violence.   For that I am glad and blessed I live where I do.  Kind of like wearing blinders I guess…  But at my age of 80, I am glad to live this way.. and my heart goes out to all those who have to live in that horrible part of the UNITED (?) STATES OF AMERICA.

 

And so far in our town, your word does account for something.. truth is in the majority.. unlike the bigger cities… 

 

So for all of those small towns like ours.. enjoy… share with your grandchildren and great grandchildren… I don’t know how long this will last.