The Good Old Days

“Grandpa, tell me ’bout the good old days
Sometimes it feels like this world’s gone crazy
And Grandpa, take me back to yesterday
When the line between right and wrong
didn’t seem so hazy.” – The Judds

These are lyrics from one of my favorite songs of all time. The song is Tell Me ‘Bout the Good Old Days. It is an older country song sung by the Judds.  This song speaks to my soul these days. I like it not because I’ve lost a grandparent and I want to hear those old stories (although these are precious moments that should not be rushed past), but more because there is a simplicity of the days gone by that beacon to my heart.

I miss the good old days. I miss things like:

Electronics with only one or two settings. I have a rule of thumb, the more electronic parts, the more opportunities for things to break. I never buy top of the line for this very reason.

Old-fashioned church. I miss the wooden pews. I miss the pure vocal choirs. I miss the choir robes. I miss the days when there were no electronic screens or displays or disco lighting. I miss outdoor, muggy weather, open-tent revivals. I miss ladies in big Easter hats and gloves. I miss the simple things.

I miss blue jeans and t-shirts. I tire of putting on heels that pinch my toes and suits or dresses that really aren’t that comfortable to wear. I miss days when the expectations of others didn’t rule my entire day. I miss doing the unexpected.

I miss deep conversation. The kind where you sit with your friends for a few hours and give voice to all kinds of crazy dreams. No holds barred convos. The kind where you ask why is the sky blue and not just simply state that it is blue. I miss conversations that probe the deeper meaning of life and self. I miss the days when there were no texts and e-mails or voice mails for that matter.

I miss nature. I miss taking long walks along the creek that ran through the pasture next to our home. Where time had no meaning. I miss walking next to the railroad tracks that took you from the country all the way into town. I miss the wooden one-lane bridges and stars so bright you feel as if you can catch them with your bare hands.

I miss the little drug stores with their soda fountains. I miss towns that go to sleep on Sunday. I miss being in the moment. The quiet moments.

I miss the hello of a warm, genuine smile accompanied by a quick nod of the head. I miss strangers who wave hello as they drive down country roads in the opposite direction you are headed. I miss the days when our hands were empty and there were no cell phone or electronic used for distraction. I miss courtesy and kindness.

I miss words like please and thank you. I miss a world that didn’t get offended by chivalry or words like Ma’am, darlin’ or sweetie.

I miss being able to leave the doors of your home unlocked. I miss children being able to play safely in the front yard, giggling as they play ring around the rosie and red rover.  I miss summer breezes pouring through nighttime open windows. I miss not living in anxious fear.

I miss the days when the phone hung on the wall and was attached with a cord.  I miss “regular” TV. I want just three channels and PBS, please. I’ll even hold the antenna if it is required.

I miss freedom. Those days where you can just be. Days where there is no schedule. Days not filled to the brim and leaking over with responsibilities, obligations, deadlines and chores for others.

I miss having cereal for dinner. Sipping coffee in PJs. And, hearing the sweet song of a bird outside my window.  I miss being able to choose, being able to explore.

Yes, Grandpa, tell me ’bout the good old days…


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