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What sentimental me misses


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By RICHARD SHAW
Sun Advocate publisher

Things vary greatly during a person's lifetime. I think the rapid changes we are facing today in just the way we live our everyday lives are hard for many of us.

It seems that because they have grown up in a world that has been and is rapidly changing in almost all aspects, younger people are more adaptable to change. Those from Generation X and Milleniums will adapt the best to the coming world.

One day not long ago I was saying something to a person of a much younger persuasion and they told me my ideas on the subject were "quaint." That was the first time I have ever heard that from anyone. I have been called a lot of things in my life, but quaint was never one of them.

So I am going to go back and be very quaint about my thoughts on everyday living. Now don't get me wrong. I have written before about people longing for simpler times and that simpler times never really did exist; the pasts complications were just different. What I am going to write about is nothing major to anyone else and they are all mixed up in time from when I was small to in my 20s. Except the last three these are just little quirky things I kind of miss.

I miss drinking a real Coke made the way it used to be made in a very cold glass bottle that just came out of a vending machine. I could even get a nickel for the bottle when I returned it to a grocery store. I miss even more the fact that I enjoyed drinking it instead of feeling guilty about the caffeine in it, the sugar content and that the carbonation that some tell me is ruining my bones.

I miss Frost Stop Drive Ins. They had car hops that came out to the car to take your order on paper pads, brought your food to you and everything on the menu was special. It all tasted good, without any guilt. The root beer was great too.

I miss harvest time on my dad's dairy farm. Autumn for me was filled with grain and sugar beets. It seemed a lot of work, but what I would give to stick my feet once again in the deep kernels in our grain bin as it flowed out of the truck that had hauled it from the field. I loved too chopping field corn with the tractor and the field chopper and then hauling it to the silo. It smelled wonderful when it was fresh.

But not so much later.

I miss the fact that there were only a few major auto makers and almost everything in the cars they made was manufactured in North America. While they may have not been as good or as dependable as the cars made by most manufacturers today, I could actually work on them myself.

I miss drinking out of garden hoses on hot summer days; you know that wanting a drink so bad that you didn't care that the water was warm (because soon it would be cold). I know I could still do that if I wanted but they would probably up my health insurance premiums if I tried it now.

I miss wearing cutoff jeans in the summer and getting sunburned. Sure it hurt, but it was a badge of honor. No one knew it was that bad for you then. And I remember how hard it was to discard the cutoffs after the summer and go back to long pants for the return to school.

I miss first and last days of school. The first day everything was new and it was a fresh start. On the last day the summer lay before my friends and I; three months of fun and frolic, except for the weeks I had to work on the farm, which I now miss too.

I miss dialing a phone and at the same time having all the phone numbers of my friends in my head instead of in the memory of a cellular device. After all they all only had one number to remember in those days. And they were not @wherethehellareyou.com either. You had to actually talk to them instead of send text messages.

I miss my 8-track tape player in my car when I was a teenager. Sure it was precipitously mounted under the dashboard and the music would waver and quiver at times. But Led Zeppelin never sounded so good. With some of the music I played it wasn't until years later that I found out that the high tones weren't supposed to sound like they did. Sometimes it would malfunction and eat the tape, destroying a three dollar purchase, that I worked two and a half hours to buy at my $1.20 an hour job. Still it was neat to go to Wally's Records on State Street in Salt Lake and buy the latest tapes.

I miss everything in life being new; from seeing Flaming Gorge Dam for the first time to seeing my oldest son take his first bike ride.

I miss the days when Utah had less than a million people living in it.

I miss my high school friends, all of which have gone different directions. Some moved far away, some still live nearby but I haven't talked to them in over 40 years. A few have died and some are now dying.

I miss the feeling that someday I wouldn't have a care in the world, because I didn't know that could never happen.

I miss the confidence I once had that one day I would have everything in life figured out.

Most of all though, I just miss my mom and dad...

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