Have you ever had one of those days where everything is just so confused, so screwed up, so emotional, and the weight is so heavy on your shoulders that you wish you had a time machine to take you back to when you were, say, 8 years old? This, my friends, has been one of those days. I certainly do not mean I want to go back and do everything again…no, no, no! I wouldn’t want that, but just a day….one sunny, summer’s day when the neighborhood game might have been baseball, or red rover, or doing the hokey pokey. A summer day when the temperature was still bearable, and the sun felt warm, not burning hot, and the water from the backyard hose was delicious. A day when you would take your banana seat bicycle and cruise the streets as fast as possible, taking your hands off the handle bars! What a rush!
I think of sitting in the back yard, smelling the honeysuckle, playing with my dolls and my horse figures; throwing a baseball with my brother, or playing pickle with one of the neighbor kids (a runner between two bases trying not to get “out” is being in a “pickle”). Laying back in the thick, fragrant grass, looking for 4 leaf clovers, watching the clouds roll by; sitting in the shade and reading my Nancy Drew books; playing chase with my dog, Gordy, the stupidest dog ever born (my dad called him the “barking idiot”). There were no fences cutting us off from everyone, but great big green open spaces where all the backyards met, and all the kids gathered. Neighbors knew each other and said “hi”.
We lived in a “new neighborhood”, what we called a “platt”. All platts were named, ours was “Northview Estates”. The trees in the yards were tiny, having just been planted. Everything was brand new because “old” was OUT. There wasn’t a single pothole in the road because they were so recently built. Everyone had “shag” carpet. A lot of moms kept plastic over their “good furniture”, and told you to take your shoes off when you walked in the door (not at my house). All of the moms had teased up hairdos and did not want to get wet in the pool because it would mess up their hair. My mom kept an assortment of wigs…just in case! Doors were unlocked and windows were open, you could smell dinner cooking at a dozen houses in the late afternoon.
When we were hungry we raided the pantry for potato chips…but no national brands…I’m not sure they even had national brands. We had cans of “Charles Chips” or bags of “Mike sell’s” Potato chips, and they tasted like they just came out of the kettle! When we were thirsty we gulped Cool Aid LOADED with sugar, Hawaiian Punch or Coca Cola out of the bottle. Candy was a staple of our diet. We never got fat because we played outside, hard, all day long. No one wanted to be inside, that was for punishment only!
At dinner time my parents rang a huge bell they installed outside, loud enough so that no matter where we were in the neighborhood, we could hear it. All the kids went home for dinner, and came back outside as soon as possible, and stayed out until dark. We didn’t watch TV in the summertime because the shows were just reruns. As the stars came out, we watched and caught lightning bugs in jars, then let them go. Bath time, then bedtime.
Ah, a day without being plugged in…distracted by ipods, smart phones, computers, ipads, tablets, cable tv and constant access to movies….a day where my biggest responsibility would be taking care of my gerbils. A day without stress and worry. You know, now that I am remembering it, maybe I’d like two days back in time….
I share a lot of those memories!
We called them Charlie Chips, and I can still taste the grease and the salt. They were divine, especially because my mom didn’t buy them: I only got them when I went to my girlfriend’s house.
And we loved seeing the Charlie Chips man driving his truck through the neighborhood! Goodness was in store for me and my playmates!
The truck! I forgot the truck!!! Home delivered potato chips, what a concept these days!!
I’ll take two girlfriend. I so enjoyed this post. Oh the memories. Red Rover, Kick the Can, Red light, Green light, Stop Light, Truth or Dare … Trading stuffed animals. Those were the days. Staying out with the neighborhood kids until dark. Playing with your favorite cousin! Not a worry in the world. Thanks for sharing. Love ya!
Me, too girlfriend. Now, I can’t help it if you weren’t smart enough not to trade all your good stuffed animals (LOL). xoxo Love you too.
Hi Tam! Thanks for taking me back to a few of my favorite memories as well. I so remember staying late outside at night because the only things on were a few reruns on the three channels we got. I remember playing in the lawn with my barbies and horse figures, and yes, fireflies. Thank you for such pleasant memories if only only for a minute. ~Kathy
You are welcome. ABC, NBC, CBS and PBS. My favorite shows were Batman, Bewitched and Dark Shadows!
PBS?!?!? That was UHF – we couldn’t get that, but we could get all of the Dayton AND Cincinnati stations . . . but not channel 19 that had all of the great shows on reruns. Love your description – Northview Estates was about a carbon copy of Northmoor . . . but five years older. At Northmoor we could walk to the pool and there were still empty lots and fields where we could ride our bikes and really explore. Good times!
I thought Northmoor was older! When we moved in, we were the 4th house in the platt! You can imagine the fun we had checking out all the new construction! UHF….remember Bob Braun and Ruth Lyons Show? And Uncle Al? Very good times.
I loved this. I can relate to everything you said. And, I too, wish I could travel back in time to when things were simpler.
I wouldn’t change my life…but I’d like to go back and visit once in a while! Thanks for commenting!
Oh how I wish for just a few days of those good old days when life was just what we needed and not what we wanted.
Hanging out with friends after dinner and when the street light came on we knew we had to go home. Thanks for the memories!
It was another world, wasn’t it? It is the human condition to not know what you’ve got when you’ve got it!
I miss the Good Humor Man!
Was that the ice cream truck?
Lovely and peaceful memory of summer perfect for a dark late January day. Thanks for sharing.
I agree, where is my time machine???