If Only.
Sometimes I feel as though I were born in the wrong time. The wrong era. My father was born in '45 and can remember listening to the radio in the evenings and the advent of television, and then color television, and when t.v. went off every night with the national anthem. Imagine that...the television actually going off the air, voluntarily, on a nightly basis.
He can remember the delivery man leaving bottles of milk and cream on the steps, the ice man coming to restock his 'icebox' with a hard cut block of actual ice, being given 30 cents and feeling like the king of the world, buying up penny candy and a haircut every saturday as told as a little boy, and later, watching movies at a drive-in with a pretty girl in a pretty dress and cardigan. Sometimes I wistfully stare at pictures from my father's childhood, the clothing, the hair, the cars, the feeling, and wonder what is was like to live a life full of beauty and excitement in a still young and emerging America.
What a world my darlings, what a world.
He can remember the delivery man leaving bottles of milk and cream on the steps, the ice man coming to restock his 'icebox' with a hard cut block of actual ice, being given 30 cents and feeling like the king of the world, buying up penny candy and a haircut every saturday as told as a little boy, and later, watching movies at a drive-in with a pretty girl in a pretty dress and cardigan. Sometimes I wistfully stare at pictures from my father's childhood, the clothing, the hair, the cars, the feeling, and wonder what is was like to live a life full of beauty and excitement in a still young and emerging America.
What a world my darlings, what a world.