Cedar City High School Class of 1960 Blog



A little house with two bedrooms

One bathroom and one car on the street.

A mower that you had to push

To make the grass look neat.

Upon the living room book case

We had one black phone

And no need for recording things

Because someone was always home.

We only had a living room

Where we would congregate

Unless it was at mealtime

In the kitchen is where we ate.

We had no need for family rooms

Or extra rooms to dine,

When meeting as a family,

Those two rooms worked out fine.

We only had a radio

We listened throughout the day.

It opened up the world to us

We listened to what Lowell Thomas had to say.

For snacks, we had potato chips

That tasted like a chip

And if you wanted flavor

There’s always Lipton Onion Dip.

Store bought snacks were rare because

My mother liked to cook

And nothing can compare to snacks

From Betty Crocker’s book.

Weekends were for family trips

Or staying home to play

We did all things together

Even go to church to pray

When we did our weekend trips

Depending on the weather,

No one stayed at home because

We just liked being 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 our car.

Then there were the picnics

At the peak of summer season

Pack a lunch and find some trees

And never need a reason.

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 that he took care of us

Or what he had to do

Because he took an oath and strived

To do the best for you.

Remember going to the store

And shopping casually

And when you went to pay

You used your own money?

Nothing that you had to swipe

Or punch in some amount

And remember when the cashier person

Knew how to really count?

The milk man used to go

Every morning from door to door

And it was just a few cents extra

Than going to the 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 we played

Whenever we 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

To find a better way.

Oh, the simple life we lived

Still seems like so much fun.

How can you explain a game

Like kick the can and run?

And why would boys put playing 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 do 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.

With all today’s technology

We grant that it’s a plus!

But it’s fun to look back and say,

Hey my friends, that was us.


1 Comment »

  1. Thanks Len. The Reunion was great fun, so good to see everyone. Wish we could have had more time, so much visiting didn’t get done. Nellie Rae called me Monday to finish our visit. I think we need to get together every couple of years as time is rushing by. Look forward to seeing you all again real soon. Love to all. Kathy Leigh McIntyre

    Comment by Kathy McIntyre — 09/16/2015 @ 7:46 PM | Reply

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