I miss the innocence of my childhood when people cared about important things. I lived in a time where ‘gay’ meant what it is supposed to mean. It meant ‘without concern’. Lifestyles were private. It was a great time. Keys could be left in the switch of an unlocked car. Doors and windows could be open, 24-7. Prayer Meeting was a “Prayer” meeting, the “Pledge” to our flag and prayers were said daily in schools. Sunday matinees included a cartoon and “Old Glory” flying free accompanied by our National Anthem. Grace was said, as families gathered, before every meal. Folks talked to GOD some and listened more. Bibles weren’t for show. The National Anthem and our flag were honored, respectfully. Costs of things were fair. People had gardens. Drugs were limited to aspirin and cough syrup. Phones were for calling each other and there were very few ‘private lines’.P:ictures were taken with a Kodak.  Nobody considered abortion to be alright. Marriage was between people of the opposite sex. Elected officials may have lied to us, but we only a few high-power radio stations and just three television networks with no ‘creepy-peepers’. Banks loaned money on a hand-shake and the Federal Government was simply “up there sommers”. Candidates visited my east Texas hometown and spoke to a bunch of Titus County citizens from the back of a flatbed trailer. Families attended church on Sunday and most sermons ended with an Invitation. The biggest event, other than Christmas, Easter and the State Fair of Texas, was our Friday night high school football games when businesses closed. The great excitement was the day two of our home-town boys joined the Air Corps and flew their jets down Jefferson at about three-top level. The only “riots” were Martin and Lewis or Abbot and Costello films. The only public demonstrations were making oatmeal cookies in Home EC class. For a long time, all stores were closed on Sunday. I just watched “To Kill a Mockingbird” for the umpteenth time and thought, “That’s what it was like and I miss that”. We can’t turn back time, but we can turn from mayhem, wickedness and stop lying to each other. Let there be Forgiveness and TRUTH on earth, and let it begin with me! That’s what I get from My Box of Chocolates.     AMEN


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