"Yesterday when I was young, so many songs were waiting to be sung....."
r8 Nostalgia ain't what it used to be, friend.
I miss: Civility
going to the bank with my grandmother, and reveling being in the BIG beautiful building on hot days(there was even a water fountain)
endless Summers down the shore
running home from church on Sunday morning so as not to miss a beloved kid's puppet and cartoon program(Bertie the Bunyip)
trips into town(on the streetcar) and going to department stores, and then the Automat for lunch
drive-in movies, and even the yucky snacks they sold
family reunions, which were immense gatherings as my grandmother was one of 14 siblings
the oh-so-scratchy mohair/horsehair?/ground glass??? seat covers on my uncle's '55 Ford
those embarrassing commercials on TV done by local merchants
GREAT lemon water ice
the smell of the train set(that didn't work very well) we always under the Christmas tree
my previous house( a cute, little PERFECT 1830's row house, that the new owner "improved." I am SO sorry I ever saw what they did to it. I cried. Philistine!)
My grandmother's cooking(had she been a caterer she'd have made a mint) and my mom's baking.
Hearing the old ladies on the block hollering at us kids for daring to use chalk to draw games and stuff on the sidewalks and in the street
The smell of burning leaves. One dear ol' sweetheart used to sweep almost every day in the Fall, make a small pile of leaves and then strike a match. When they were burned to ashes she'd scoop 'em up. I wonder if that's why she always had the best homegrown tomatoes the following Summer?
The walk home from school which took me by a 19th Century, still-occupied prison. Adults would scare us kids and say if we were bad, the guards would run out and drag us in.