There Was A Time ~ by Katrina Curtiss 7/1/2020

If we had to take off one article of clothing for every statement we said that wasn’t true, would you continue to talk?

There Was A Time ~ by Katrina Curtiss 7/1/2020

There was a time that Doctors didn’t wash their hands between procedures, it caused death and disease, but when they figured it out, they started washing.

There was a time that my mom, if we were good, would leave a note for the milkman asking for ice cream bars. We seldom got ice cream bars

There was a time when I knew the name of the person who delivered my mail, today they speed past in their trucks, this saves me money at Christmas time.

There was a time that we left the doors unlocked 24/7, the only thing we feared was a visit from the noisy neighbor two houses down.

There was a time that a visit to the Library was a huge deal, 3 books to take, hours were spent laboring over which 3.

There was a time that the only thing to fear at school was a paddling, “Curtiss, out in the hall, now!”

There was a time I use to run on purpose, now you’d have to chase me with a knife.

There was a time that I was afraid of the Tooth Fairy

There was a time that we talked to our neighbors from our front porch.

There was a time that people smoked on airplanes.

There was a time we feared our young men being drafted.

There was a time we listened to Walter Cronkite for our evening news, and trusted him.

There was a time that instead of looking at our phones, we looked to the skies.

There was a time, when no one carried guns, that we could tell the difference between fireworks, backfires and gunshots.

There was a time, there was a time, there was a time.

It was suggested to me that I continue to write, I thought about stopping, at least here on Facebook, but a friend said to continue, someone, somewhere just might be listening.

This Post Has 2 Comments

  1. Connie L. Calvo

    Always listening and looking forward to what you have to say. Thank you for doing this!

    1. Katrina

      Hi ~ thanks, I sometimes wonder what the heck my fingers are doing, it turns out they’re typing

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