“Tell Me About The Good Ole Day’s

Grandpa tell me about the good ole day’s,  lyrics to a country song that still hit home today. To be back in the good ole day’s and just what were the good ole day’s? They sure weren’t back in the cowboy day’s though I like some of the values they had way back then.

I appreciate how a man would tip his hat to a lady when he met one on the street or how he would just remove it all together in the company of a lady or at meal time ahhh yes the good ole day’s  are now a thing of the past.

I wouldn’t want to be wearing those hot skirts and long sleeves nor would I want to toil the soil after giving birth, some thing of old can just stay there where they belong with the dinosaurs and the cave man. The cave man era is a thing of the past and for a good reason! What women wants to be clubbed and dragged by the head of her hair? Try that in today’s society and the lady just might club you just for kicks and giggles.

So then what are the good ole day’s each generation has their favorite era in history. To this writer it was growing up in the sixties and seventies it was a time of new beginning’s as man walked on the moon. Technology was being introduced in to American homes.

Families sat down at meal times together and discussed their day sound like something out of the “Leave it to Beaver” sitcom doesn’t it? Well it was real it was like that for most American families.  Back in the sixties it was a new generation of free spirits coming of age, wanting to make a difference in how America was being run, voicing their wants  and what they wanted in a president .

Freedom of speech was well and alive in America, along  with the changes came the need for equality that the American people wanted, well most of America was on board with the changes it was  a hard pill for the older generation to swallow. Changes are never easy but a necessary part of evolving into a better society.

Equality was not just for races no women wanted equality and still do, this writer can recall back when she was in school and wanted to take wood shop and was told that was a class for boy’s I would do better in sewing class! Now that was not what this little rebel wanted to hear I protested till I won my own personal freedom to be treated equally as my male counter part.