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THE OLD PATHS

I liked the old paths, when
Moms were at home.
Dads were at work.
Brothers went into the army.
And sisters got married BEFORE having children!

Crime did not pay;
Hard work did;
And people knew the difference.

Moms could cook;
Dads would work;
Children would behave.

Husbands were loving;
Wives were supportive;
And children were polite.

Women wore the jewelry;
And Men wore the pants..

Women looked like ladies;
Men looked like gentlemen;
And children looked decent.

People loved the truth,
And hated a lie.

They came to church to get IN,
Not to get OUT!

Hymns sounded Godly;
Sermons sounded helpful;
Rejoicing sounded normal;
And crying sounded sincere.

Cursing was wicked;
Drugs were for illness.


The flag was honored;
America was beautiful;
And God was welcome!

We read the Bible in public;
Prayed in school;
And preached from house to house.

To be called an American was worth dying for;
To be called an American was worth living for;
To be called a traitor was a shame!


I still like the old paths the best!

Very Nice!

Thank you.

Seems like I/we lived that somewhere once upon a time. Missing it. Thanks.

100% correct!

We may never see those times again, sadly

As long as we do our best to see it in our own families we have done right.

So do I.


Thanks

The way I grew up and the way we raised our kids.


Now look around you and see what is going on today.

I wanna go back!

But the libs demand progress, Lee.

You are so right with this, rifle, so right! Those really were what I suppose we could call the "Good Ol' Days"!

You'll see them at my place.

Nice summary. Quite a lot of that rings true with my family, dear wife and three sons. What doesn't has been chosen so for the most part.

That's the way we grew up and reared our children. Sure miss those days and know, they are gone forever. It's just a different time with a faster pace. As Mr. Cash sang, "I don't like it...but I guess things happen that way".

John

In those day you speak of, things were tough but we kids never knew it. My mother�s eldest sister lost her husband in 1940 from tuberculosis, leaving her to raise two children alone. She worked the rest of her life, never remarried, and yet with her own effort got the job done.

Mother�s second eldest sister had a daughter by her first husband. He turned out to be a drunkard and abusive, so she left him. Unfortunately he met his end shortly thereafter when a load of pipe rolled off of a truck on the highway, went through his windshield and decapitated him. She was left without any child support, but took a job until she met her second husband. Her new husband was a jewel of a man, and they had a son. Things went well until one evening in 1954 he dropped dead from cardiac arrest stepping off the commuter train. She was never the same afterward. She worked until the children were raised, her son had a career and her daughter married off. She never remarried. She died alone in a hospice suffering with cancer, and only then after my wife and I made a great effort to shame her son to stop partying long enough to sign the papers. She had lived the last years in her apartment with the heat off, saving the money so she could leave an inheritance to her son. Some children aren�t worth the effort spent on raising them.

My father died in 1955 when I was age 10. My mother and he had been married for 29 years. She too was devastated. She never remarried, perhaps because she already had found the one person that she ever loved beside me. When father died after a long illness, she had 22 cents in her purse. We dined on Cheese Nips that night, which left her with 4 cents change. Next day she made the tour of government offices applying for his Social Security and Veterans benefits, a grand total of $91 a month. He was buried at government cost in the Golden Gate National Cemetery, avoiding a pauper�s grave. Day after that she found a job and was still working at age 67 twenty years later when cancer claimed her. She never had a day�s rest from work, something I always regretted. While I took care of her as best I could, it would have been nice if she lived long enough to live with with my wife and I, but she passed just before we were married.

All three sisters had lived tough lives. They worked through harsh economic times in a convent school when their parents were unable to care for them. Later they toiled in factories and doing menial jobs. They worked in war industries during WW II, one at a bearing factory, another a textile mill, and my mother welding landing craft together. They knew strife and disappointment, a few years of joy and happiness, and never gave up hope for the future.

If those �good old days� were the model of societal bliss, it wasn�t because of anything we did, it was due to the fortitude, perseverance and high character of those women. May they rest now in the hands of a caring God, who recognizes them as His beloved daughters come home.

I miss 'em too

So true, but:

"Women looked like ladies;
Men looked like gentlemen;
And children looked decent."

Question, how many here wear jeans and muscle "T" shirts or tank tops? NO exactly gentlemanly attire.

It's amazing looking back now, I grew up in that era,how things have changed,have the people got lazy? don't care?
how did it happen?What will people be thing about their past in 40 years?