The Good Old Days

I spent a lovely evening (without kids!!) watching a slideshow of my grandmother and her family. My great-grandmother had taken many pictures during her daughter’s childhood, and even had a few from her own.

I enjoyed sitting with my current extended family and reminiscing on memories and events. “That was their first house.” “Oh, look! I remember that car!” “She loved that outfit so much!”

When people talk about the past, they tend to remember the best parts. They have photographic proof of the best parts, too: the family vacations, beloved car, high school friends, favorite toys, and every year’s Christmas trees.


In fact, I often hear folks nowadays fondly recalling what has been and wishing that we could return to those times.

During conversations with a friend about my children, he said, “In the old days, people would have just said, ‘Boys will be boys,’ and not tried to raise them as girls.” I’ve had neighbors say, “Children used to play outside all day and we never worried about strangers.” Talking to old people in general makes me think I live in a war-torn ghetto instead of a nice suburban neighborhood.

The truth is that every time has its ups and downs. Even during tonight’s family photo slideshow, there were a few snippets of reality.

“That’s Gertrude*. She died of the Spanish ‘Flu. They buried her while seven months pregnant.” “Ha! I remember that halter top. I thought I was pretty hot stuff wearing it.” “There’s that old car, Gramps. Didn’t you and grandma make out a lot in that?” (The answer was affirmative.)

Boys might have been boys, and they also might have been legally paddled by schoolteachers. We may have had more children outside, but they had lead paint and childhood diseases that led to death.

I bring this all up as a helpful reminder that we ought not to beat ourselves up too much about the way things are compared to how they were.


Yes, we need to raise our families and spend time outside and love our children so much. But, we do not need to compare ourselves to a bygone age. We do not need to feel poorly for not building a wagon in our tool shop with our four-year-old son. Whatever relative did that most likely endured hours of yelling, mismatched parts, hammered fingers, and an end product that rolled somewhat lopsidedly.

In any time, it’s the thought that counts. And the family time.


*Names changed.


Sunday, March 24: “A Verry Unmerry Birthday to You,” my lamentations regarding birthdays as a mother.

Monday, March 25: “A Poem About Procrastination,” a quick little ditty about shirking responsibility.

Tuesday, March 26: Shared a quote from Pinterest. It’s inspirational. Sort-of.

Wednesday, March 27: Served a Dinner Tip about easy meals.

Thursday, March 28: Posted a quick thought about finding your children.

Friday, March 29: Advised you all to stick to your guns in “Don’t Give In, and Stay Sane Doing So.”

Saturday, March 30: Shared SAHM_RN‘s tweet about shared responsibility.

Sunday, March 31: Today!

Photo Credit:
Laura Fuhrman
Amy Treasure

12 thoughts on “The Good Old Days

  1. Hear hear. That in my day baloney… we are safer healthy and life longer. We also have premiers in May and Trump an a bee and climate crisis… The Queen’s still waving though…


  2. Great message. I always look back and think how much simpler life seemed then than now and how complicated it feels. But with its simplicity there were childhood diseases and lead paint and paddling. Tons of accidents I am sure that led to the way we do things now, like car seats for kids. Any time is a good time if you treat the time well. Love the message!

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  3. I guess I”m old enough to consider the past better than today. I think this age is sad. Too disconnected and lonely. I don’t think technology has made things better except for access to information , but it’s not always accurate. Schools are worse. Healthcare is better for cancer but not much else. Too much traffic. Housing is so expensive. Fewer middle class jobs. Bah humbug.

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    1. Oh, I agree! However, I also know that people still died or were institutionalized in the past but we just didn’t hear about it in national news.
      I survived spinal meningitis as a baby, simply because I was born when they had the medicine for it. I met a man who is deaf, born three years (THREE YEARS) earlier, whose deafness was a result of the same disease.

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      1. Oh, wow, thank God for that discovery ! Yeah, the ‘good ole days’ had a lot of bad stuff , too. But I still wish my kids could be as free as I was. I used to roam wild and free. My son didn’t even know it was legal for him to ride his bicycle to town! For now, yes, please go ride your bike. 😀

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  4. My dad would say… when people tell you about the past they will tell you the big events and how much better it was then, but they will always forget to tell you the crap. It’s crap now, crap back then just different types of crap…… He was a happy soul.

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