Miss my family, worked, hunted and fished with them. Most are gone now. Yes, having a child’s perspective made it a much simpler time.
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They can cram their "progress."
ryork
Senior Member
Everybody knowing everybody, common sense more often than not prevailed, country stores owned by old men in overalls, swarms of blackbirds in the sky, coveys of quail in my granddaddy's field, sitting on my great grandmothers porch in the summer listening to the Braves when Dale Murphy was a rookie, my grandmother's (both of them) kitchens............ I could go on. That world is disappearing fast.
Grandma's kitchen with the wood cookstove. I own the kitchen now, but it ain't the same.
Listening to the Grand ol' Opry on Grandpa's big wooden AM radio.
People could shoot a buck deer and everybody else would be happy for them, regardless of its age and "score."
Lack of Facebook, Tweeter, Instagram, and people being politically polarized and hating each other over things that the internet tells them to be angry about and scared of that actually don't amount to a hill of beans in the long run.
Homemade canned hog sausage in mason jars.
Family farms.
People who cared about their neighbors and families.
The sound of a Plott hound bawling on a coon track on a dark, foggy November night.
Leaving your doors unlocked without worrying about people stealing your stuff.
Sanity and general happiness, regardless of what the times brought.
Old country stores that smelled like woodsmoke, chicken feed, old wooden floors, grass seed, and whatever else that made that smell.
Kentucky Fried Chicken that would still kill you with transfats.
Ashtrays everywhere you went.
People who didn't judge everybody about every little thing.
Bluegrass jam sessions in Dad's den with banjos, guitars, mandolins, fiddles, and high lonesome tenor voices cutting through the thick cigarette smoke, and Mom serving coffee and pound cake.
My Dad and Mom, and Grandpa and Grandma.
Penny candy.
Jerry Clower 8-tracks.
Having to remember people's phone numbers and dialing them on a rotary dial.
Sunday dinners with extended family, the long table loaded with more food than an army could eat.
Innocence, and general decency.
Listening to the Grand ol' Opry on Grandpa's big wooden AM radio.
People could shoot a buck deer and everybody else would be happy for them, regardless of its age and "score."
Lack of Facebook, Tweeter, Instagram, and people being politically polarized and hating each other over things that the internet tells them to be angry about and scared of that actually don't amount to a hill of beans in the long run.
Homemade canned hog sausage in mason jars.
Family farms.
People who cared about their neighbors and families.
The sound of a Plott hound bawling on a coon track on a dark, foggy November night.
Leaving your doors unlocked without worrying about people stealing your stuff.
Sanity and general happiness, regardless of what the times brought.
Old country stores that smelled like woodsmoke, chicken feed, old wooden floors, grass seed, and whatever else that made that smell.
Kentucky Fried Chicken that would still kill you with transfats.
Ashtrays everywhere you went.
People who didn't judge everybody about every little thing.
Bluegrass jam sessions in Dad's den with banjos, guitars, mandolins, fiddles, and high lonesome tenor voices cutting through the thick cigarette smoke, and Mom serving coffee and pound cake.
My Dad and Mom, and Grandpa and Grandma.
Penny candy.
Jerry Clower 8-tracks.
Having to remember people's phone numbers and dialing them on a rotary dial.
Sunday dinners with extended family, the long table loaded with more food than an army could eat.
Innocence, and general decency.
Stob
Useles Billy’s Uncle StepDaddy.
Time!
I am a Gen X'r. We grew up with no internet and basically invented the internet to what it is today. I would say not so much internet. It has created the most angry, hostile environment that I have ever seen. From politics to hunting clubs.
I make it a point to leave my phone in the truck or at home as much as I can and when I go into the grocery store and people are talking and typing as fast as they can in the check out line, I shake my head. Not a little but a lot. You have time sister!
Maybe its just me. Looking forward to our next steps where we plop ourselves into the middle of Appalachia.
I am a Gen X'r. We grew up with no internet and basically invented the internet to what it is today. I would say not so much internet. It has created the most angry, hostile environment that I have ever seen. From politics to hunting clubs.
I make it a point to leave my phone in the truck or at home as much as I can and when I go into the grocery store and people are talking and typing as fast as they can in the check out line, I shake my head. Not a little but a lot. You have time sister!
Maybe its just me. Looking forward to our next steps where we plop ourselves into the middle of Appalachia.
I miss when you could actually afford to live in Appalachia before it became a retirement haven for wealthy yankees.
Stob
Useles Billy’s Uncle StepDaddy.
Thats not the problem we are having, its China. They are buying up all of the land that has coal in the ground. I guess both are of the same to me, mostly. Skyrocketing land prices and not a rock of it is left here.
Only a small part of peripheral Appalachia has coal. The rest of it has scenery and recreation. Between the rich yankee retirees and the young hipster yuppies, it's going south.
Stob
Useles Billy’s Uncle StepDaddy.
I agree. I worked a lot in N GA and W NC a lot back in the very early 2000's. Looking back now, the infrastructure for this influx was 100 mph back then.
We both know that what an acre of land was going for back then. It's now high class Mercedes and FL plates April to October.
Property taxes on what's left of the old family farm.
livinoutdoors
Goatherding Non-socialist Bohemian Luddite
I miss drinking my uncle's beer at parties. Always set half empties down.
That explains why you're a drug-crazed reprobate now.
earlthegoat2
Senior Member
No decisions to make or prices to pay.
This is more of a figurative than literal statement.
This is more of a figurative than literal statement.
My uncle that I did much hunting and fishing with played the bars to make extra bucks. No one said a word or bothered the little boy in the corner drinking NEHI listening to his uncle open another set, “ There stands the glass…..” I miss him and a time when a kid could safely do that.
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menhadenman
Senior Member
The smell of Hoppes 9 while cleaning guns with the old man when he was still around.
Redbow
Senior Member
The old country stores where farmers would gather around an old wood heater during winter and talk about farming and the weather and tell jokes and laugh out loud while drinking an RC cola and eating a nab. Chickens free ranging in the yard, the smell of grandpa's old corn barn with a big pile of cured tobacco for grading and tying before it could go to the tobacco market and going to the tobacco market as well.
Swimming and fishing in the old creek than ran thru the country side where I was raised. Watching Grandma cooking on her old wood fired stove and the smell of the old wood pile as we sawed and split up pine and oak wood. The sound of the rain on our old tin roof at night it would put you to sleep so quickly and you would sleep like a rock.
Us boys making a corn cob pipe and smoking rabbit tobacco and crushing up some very dry tobacco leaves and smoking that as well. And hoping we didn't get caught by Grandma when we did so. Grandma making peach preserves every summer and all the canning that she did.
The peace and quite of the whole area that I was raised in. Just the sound of an automobile or truck on the old 96 highway that ran thru the old farm especially at night. Not having neighbors very close to us but all the ones we had we could depend on their help and they could depend on us when help was needed. A yard full of friends, family and neighbors every Sunday afternoon we often made ice cream with an old hand churn the men took turns turning the handle until the ice cream was hard enough to eat.
Playing cowboys and indians, hide and go seek, marbles, and watching the girls play hop scotch. Roaming the woods to see what we could find to eat out there in summer such as huckleberries, hog plums, and wild grapes. We watched out for snakes as well and sometimes we got redbugs (chiggers) Grandma would actually pick the red bugs off us youngun's and they made you itch like crazy.
Harvesting the hay and the corn in the fall of the year and going to the cotton gin with Grandpa to get his cotton bailed. Then going by the old ice plant in town to get a block of ice and the smell of the ice plant as well. Going to the old theatre on friday or saturday nights to see a cowboy movie such as Gene Autry, Roy Rogers, Rocky Lane and other old cowboy stars back then.
The good life of growing up in the fifties when most folks in a community knew each other and most people farmed for a living and raised their own food. We listened to the Grand Ole Opry as well on a battery powered radio, the signal fading in and out which was very common with the old AM long wave signals. The roosters crowing for daybreak and the cackling of the hens when they would lay an egg or two. The old farm dogs alerting us that someone was in our yard by their loud barking.
The sound of Grandpa's old '50 Ford nothing ran and sounded like that old flat head V-8 back then. I would hang out the back window as we headed for town to pick up some farm supplies at Floyd C. Price and Sons old farm store, it smelled so good in there with all the seed and farm supply stuff.
And every now and then we would get up enough money to go to the NC mountains or down to the coast for a day or two for a mini-vacation but it was good to do so. And the kids in the old country store ran by Mr. Barnes and his Son Tommy as they waited for a cone of hand dipped ice cream on a hot summers day.
I also miss the Girl that I grew up and went to school with who lived on the adjacent farm across the road from us. I see her from time to time, sure does bring back many memories of the good ole days for both of us when we do see each other. Thanks Carolyn.
So much to remember and miss from those bygone days of long ago.
Swimming and fishing in the old creek than ran thru the country side where I was raised. Watching Grandma cooking on her old wood fired stove and the smell of the old wood pile as we sawed and split up pine and oak wood. The sound of the rain on our old tin roof at night it would put you to sleep so quickly and you would sleep like a rock.
Us boys making a corn cob pipe and smoking rabbit tobacco and crushing up some very dry tobacco leaves and smoking that as well. And hoping we didn't get caught by Grandma when we did so. Grandma making peach preserves every summer and all the canning that she did.
The peace and quite of the whole area that I was raised in. Just the sound of an automobile or truck on the old 96 highway that ran thru the old farm especially at night. Not having neighbors very close to us but all the ones we had we could depend on their help and they could depend on us when help was needed. A yard full of friends, family and neighbors every Sunday afternoon we often made ice cream with an old hand churn the men took turns turning the handle until the ice cream was hard enough to eat.
Playing cowboys and indians, hide and go seek, marbles, and watching the girls play hop scotch. Roaming the woods to see what we could find to eat out there in summer such as huckleberries, hog plums, and wild grapes. We watched out for snakes as well and sometimes we got redbugs (chiggers) Grandma would actually pick the red bugs off us youngun's and they made you itch like crazy.
Harvesting the hay and the corn in the fall of the year and going to the cotton gin with Grandpa to get his cotton bailed. Then going by the old ice plant in town to get a block of ice and the smell of the ice plant as well. Going to the old theatre on friday or saturday nights to see a cowboy movie such as Gene Autry, Roy Rogers, Rocky Lane and other old cowboy stars back then.
The good life of growing up in the fifties when most folks in a community knew each other and most people farmed for a living and raised their own food. We listened to the Grand Ole Opry as well on a battery powered radio, the signal fading in and out which was very common with the old AM long wave signals. The roosters crowing for daybreak and the cackling of the hens when they would lay an egg or two. The old farm dogs alerting us that someone was in our yard by their loud barking.
The sound of Grandpa's old '50 Ford nothing ran and sounded like that old flat head V-8 back then. I would hang out the back window as we headed for town to pick up some farm supplies at Floyd C. Price and Sons old farm store, it smelled so good in there with all the seed and farm supply stuff.
And every now and then we would get up enough money to go to the NC mountains or down to the coast for a day or two for a mini-vacation but it was good to do so. And the kids in the old country store ran by Mr. Barnes and his Son Tommy as they waited for a cone of hand dipped ice cream on a hot summers day.
I also miss the Girl that I grew up and went to school with who lived on the adjacent farm across the road from us. I see her from time to time, sure does bring back many memories of the good ole days for both of us when we do see each other. Thanks Carolyn.
So much to remember and miss from those bygone days of long ago.
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krizia829
Senior Member
Ugh I wish I grew up in those times.. I'm a 90's baby (1991) and have some good memories but I sure would've preferred something like yours! I worry so much for my kids' futures..
crackerdave
Senior Member
I miss my bicycle.
Danuwoa
Redneck Emperor
Teach them the older ways as much as you can. They’ll be happier in the long run.
Growing up in coal country the coal trucks were a steady parade past our farm. My Ma would flag down a driver and give them an “order” for the grocery store. A couple hours later the air horn would sound and the driver would hand down the boxes of groceries. Mr. Johnson would put it “on account” and my Pap paid it off every payday. A man’s word had value and neighbors helped each other. Those times are missed.
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