book- memories

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We talked about so many memories we had shared: our old television sets that took three minutes to warm-up, the kind that had tubes in the back; how a trip to the gas station included getting your widshield washed for free: saving Green Stamps in a book, redeemed for items like toasters; how candy cigarettes were considered cool; the weekly visits from the Milk Man, the Bread Man, the Ice Man and the Potato Chip Man; telephone numbers with word prefixes ( ours was WE 3); black telephones that you had to dial; catching lightning bugs ( fireflies) in summer; and waking up early on Saturday mornings to watch cartoons.

Simpler times when life seemed slower and breezed along at a leisurely pace. Times we reflected upon  and cherished. Maybe those special days were long gone  with time. But the memories did bring smiles and comfort on that Sunday afternoon in early August. We knew we could never go back but that was okay. We appreciated life now, and each other, like never before.