Both emotion and memory are still often reprised by something as nostalgic as cherishing a golden carriage and horses. Today on a flat screen and, thanks to Netflix, you can see the series ‘The Crown’ as it focused on the Royals. So much is now unfolding about those momentous times of getting back on our feet again.
Necessity, they say, “is the mother of invention”. Nevertheless, there appears to be a price paid for some modern innovations and advantages that modern life has rewarded us today. For a kid who grew up in Gibsons Landing longing for simpler and more clearly defined ‘human’ ways of living and perceiving motivated the following rhyme or song.
Yet the less technology of the past and more human intervention could use some MENTION.
Especially for seniors who are living on a PENSION.
It might make some of us to ponder many a QUESTION.
Like, dude, those of us who still remember the wind up TELEPHONE
and days of party lines at our old HOME.
We depended on the voice of a human operator instead of a dial TONE.
Mrs. Wynn in our village of Gibsons Landing was well KNOWN.
I still remember that three rings meant our number by asking the operator, Mrs Wynn, for ONE, FIVE ONE.
She and her hubby the local telephone system did RUN.
Those were the days of Jack Wasserman and a fishing derby sponsored by the Vancouver SUN.
Norris was still churning out great CARTOONS.
At the movie theatre we loved the Bowery Boys and LOONIE-TUNES.
We imagined and listened to the tube radio and heard Eddy Fisher’s ‘Oh, My Papa’ and distinctive CROONS.
There were no FAST FOODS OR PLASTIC SPOONS.
Long before Facebook, Internet and virtual REALITY.
Including Vancouver-that big, huge city where the ‘city slickers’ lived as well as our tiny Gibsons Landing MUNICIPALITY.
In those backward times that also applied to Surrey, Ladner, and RICHMOND.
Absolutely, no bloomin URBANITY!