From days gone by...what do you miss most ?

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List anything. Simple to more complex...
"Most" will vary...mainly simple things.

I miss...Mom's fried chicken.

Yours ?....I assume many will be a tad deeper.
 
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That's a very easy one for me. Pertaining to guns, shooting, and outdoors, it is quail hunting the way I experienced it from about 1962 through probably 1978. I never hunted the "genteel" way with horse drawn wagons and from horseback, but my brother and I had a series of good dogs and plenty of land to hunt. He taught school part of this time, and I was in school, so we hunted from about the first of December through the end of February three or four afternoons a week and on Saturday afternoons. We went to a different farm every day, and we almost always found at least three, and very often five or six coveys of quail. On Saturdays, we would find a half dozen coveys or more. We walked a lot, and we would let the dogs out and follow in a pickup some, getting out and walking when we ran out of trail. This was mostly agricultural land, with the usual heads, hedgerows, and weed patches. This was the tail end of the good quail hunting in Georgia. I took it for granted back then, and all of a sudden, the birds were gone.
 
Saturday morning cartoons! Whatever happened to Bugs, Daffy, and Roadrunner?!
And time! It seems like that nowadays time goes by far too quickly! Dale
 
My 1969 P-11 750 cc Norton Scrambler. Cycle Guide Road Test of the 7 "super bikes" at that time, Norton had the fastest 1/4 mile and the worst brakes. Loved that bike, hated Lucas electrics.
 
I miss the feeling of optimism. "Tomorrow will be better." "Onward and upward." " America is the leader of the free world."

I miss the feeling of standing in a public crowd and singing the National Anthem when everyone sang, everyone knew the words and everyone sang with reverence and respect.



What happened to all of that? What happened to our populace? Why have we been dumbed down. Why does half the population support socialist politicos?

This is not the country of my youth. It is not the country that came out of the Second World War and developed into the strongest, most vibrant economy of all time.

This is not the country that still produce youth that are driven to learn and excel, to do their best, and to develop a moral and responsible work ethic.

This is not the country where civility, decency, good taste, manners and respect for others are still held in high esteem.

This is not the country where the majority of the populous hold respect for the military and regard that any of us still have a "military obligation." (Remember that term from the past?)

This is a country in which the citizens just expect politicians to be unprincipled liars that have no other interest than to get re elected and serve special interests. We no longer have any "statesmen".

I miss the America of the past.

It will never be that way again.
 
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I miss my mind

Just a note to say I'm living,
that I'm not among the dead.
Though I'm getting more forgetful
and mixed up in the head.

I got used to my arthritis,
to my dentures I'm resigned.
I can manage my bifocals
but gosh I miss my mind!

For sometimes I can't remember
when I stand at the foot of the stairs,
if I must go up for something
or have I just come down from there?
And before the fridge so often,
my poor mind is filled with doubt.
Have I just put food away
or have I come to take some out?

So if it's my turn to write you
there's no need for getting sore;
I may think that I have written
and don't want to be a bore.

Just remember that I love you
and wish that you were near.
Now it's nearly mail time
so I must say goodby my dear.

Here I stand beside the mailbox
with a face so very red!
Instead of mailing you my letter,
I have opened it instead!
 
My youth .... Fewer laws ..... A world with a significantly smaller population .... Great gun shows ..... and on and on....
 
Gutpile Charlie said:
I miss the feeling of optimism. "Tomorrow will be better." "Onward and upward." America is the leader of the free world."

I miss the feeling of standing in a public crowd and singing the National Anthem when everyone sang, everyone knew the words and everyone sang with reverence and respect.



What happened to all of that? What happened to our populace? Why have we been dumbed down. Why does half the population support socialist politicos?

This is not the country of my youth. It is not the country that came out of the Second World War and developed into the strongest, most vibrant economy of all time.

This is not the country that still produce youth that are driven to learn and excel, to do their best, and to develop a moral and responsible work ethic.

This is not the country where civility, decency, good taste, manners and respect for others are still held in high esteem.

This is not the country where the majority of the populous hold respect for the military and regard that any of us still have a "military obligation." (Remember that term from the past?)

This is a country in which the citizens just expect politicians to be unprincipled liars that have no other interest than to get re elected and serve special interests. We no longer have an "statesmen".

I miss the America of the past.

It will never be that way again.
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i could not have stated it any better.
 
I miss a world were a fella's word is his bond and a handshake is a contract. Back in the day, when two people struck a deal and shook hands there was nothing else to do. Today it's all about legal contracts and lawyers.
 
1. Criminals had no rights
2. Attorneys had ethics
3. Revolvers were Smith and Wesson or Colt and were carried in Jordan Border Patrol Holsters.
4. Backups were always close by.
5. Cop Killers were not taken alive.
6. Child Abusers met "Sidewalk Justice".
7. The "F" word was an obscene word.
8. There were more westerns on TV than "Soaps".
9. No single parent families.
10. No "IL" Revolvers.
11. "Gay" mean happy/carefree.
12. "Getting High" meant going to the third floor.
13. Candy bars were a nickel.
14. A movie was less than a dollar and was a double feature, news, and a cartoon.
15. School started with the "Lord's Prayer", Pledge allegiance to the flag, and singing "My Country".
 
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1st, My relatives and friends. Growning up, I knew everyone in the country. Now due to relocation I only know a handfull.
2, Miss the old cars, the english motorcycles and older airplanes.
3. Miss the area I was from in wisconsin, SOME of the time. Dont miss the mesquitos and not haveing AC growing up.
4. Where I was rasied in the 40s and 50s there were no druggers that I knew about, absolutely no graffiti. My wife thinks I was raised by ozzie & harreit nelson!
5. We had "free shows" one night a week where a old crippled guy would set up a screen in a vacant lot and show movies. They would pass a hat around for him.
6. I grew up on the water. Miss the fishing etc.
7. Wisconsin had friday night fish frys. Still do, but I aint there.
8. The towns all had "market" days where peddlers and farmers would set up one day a week in the town squares. They dont have that out here. My mother was big on that and she was featured in a newspaper article as she did it forever all over in neighboring towns right up to her late 70s.
9. Miss deer and pheasant hunting with dad and uncles.
10. Miss spearing carp and dad smokeing them.
11. Miss listening to the old timers and older relatives talk about "The old country", world war one etc.
12. Ice skateing and warming up by old stinking tires we set afire to warm up with on winter nights.
This will do for openers, will give others a chance now.
 
"From days gone by...what do you miss most ?"

I miss optimism about the future.


Before reading the contents of this thread, my response was much the same as Charlie's and for much the same reasons.
 
I miss hunting deer with my late dad and younger brother.
We went every year until my brother went into the service.

When he came back we hunted together another four or five years and then his wife (now divorced) decided they should move to Florida.
That started the exodus of my relatives from the U.P. We are spread all around the U.S. and a territory now.

Unless my younger son is home from school, or my brother makes a rare trip back from the Pacific, I can no longer hunt with family.
I don't miss anything else as much.
 
I miss Dad and my Grandparents most. I could always ask them anything, and it seems like they really knew everything.:) I miss shooting with Dad and Grandpa, and talking about guns and going to shows with them.
I miss church the way it used to be. We only sang hymns (I still know them all by heart) and everybody wore their "Sunday Best". I still do, because that's how I was raised and I'm a proud dinosaur, plus my Wife dresses me, so I always look good enough to bury.:cool:
I miss gas for under a buck a gallon.
And I really miss singing my kids to sleep every night.
Jim
 
On a lighter note --- I miss the Sixties' era eager anticipation of new developments in rock 'n' roll music ... American rock was already pretty good in the Fifties, when I was an elementary school kid. It just kept getting better and better. From the likes of Phil Spector and Carole Kings' hits, Roy Orbison, the Everly Brothers, and etc. already pretty good material, we advanced to the English Invasion, with the Beatles, Rolling Stones, Yardbirds, Hollies, The Who, etc. rapidly evolving in terms of style and sophistication, some morphing eventually into the Supergroups --- Cream, Traffic, Small Faces, and so on ---while, meanwile, a whole new genre of American psychedlia appeared, with Jefferson Airplane, Quicksilver Messenger Service, Blue Cheer, Ted Nugent and The Amboy Dukes, etc., and alternative country-rock such as the Byrds' Dylan covers and Sweetheart of the Rodeo, Grateful Dead, Gram Parsons, Pure Prairie League, Tracy Nelson's country album, the rise of Linda Ronstadt and Emily Lou Harris, eventually the Eagles. While I realize this has been run-on and breathless, I think there was no finer or more dynamic period in the development of popular music than the approximately 12 years from 1960 to 1972. These were heady and exciting times for anyone interested in pop music!
 
C'mon Guys!!!

Care free days and good health,No bills and the beach.Cute Girls.Hot cars.The Ft.Lauderdale strip.

It was good to be a teenager when I was.

The best of times.
 
Open country. 30 years ago Arizona was mostly ranches & farmland, now it's crammed w/ snowbirds & displaced Californians.
 
I miss:

Young girls wore dresses and would be embarrised to tears if their bra strap showed.

Car trunks big enough you could sneak your girl friend into the drive end.

Spending your 25 cent lunch money at the gas station down the road from school, getting a thick sliced baloney sandwich, RC Cola and a sack of bull duram and get change.

I miss gas stations that were service stations.

Dates that met walking your girl home from church and her daddy about 50 feet behind you.

Ordering surplus rifles from NRA magazines.

Family reunions-camp outs, unloading grandmas 4 poster bed from the truck and setting it up (granny wasn't about to sleep on the ground).

The past is nice but so is the present, chasing my granddaughers basketball team all over the state. Every girl on the team, plucs the coaches calling me "grandpa" or formally "Kianna's Grandpa".
 
I miss my grandfather and the lessons learned with mod 94 in .32 special

I miss my grandfather, he was born and raised in the woods of Maine and other than an all expense paid pacific theater sailing vacation, courtesy of the USN, I don't think he ever left. He always said "why would I ever leave, I have everything I need right here" .. And by "everything" he meant a wonderfully simple place to live, work and raise his family. The woods were filled with deer and bear and the only other people you would see were neighbors or family. The streams were drinkable and filled with 18" brook trout. Going out on the town meant taking the 36' down to the grange hall for a pot luck (read, the best damn country cooking you ever laid eyes on, no disrespect to your own down home cooking that is making your mouth water right now) and listening to a jug band!
At age 8 you could hunt, with no gun, (I hated deer season when I was 8 & 9) still not sure if that was his rule or the states, but it really didn't matter, because it was Gramps rule, And he raised us to respect it!
And respect we did, family, elders, God, country and ultimately ourselves, which it wasn't until long after that I finally figured that last one out (when you give respect to all that is put before you, it is impossible not to be respected).
I'll get to the point, because, I'm not a scribe by anyones account, but I'm pretty sure I could write a 500 page book on Gramps lessons.
So at age 10 you could legally hunt and I knew the drill, cause I was 10 and I had 2 full years experience, ha. I secretly hoped Gramps was going to give me his 94 to carry, but i knew what I would be carrying and I knew why. I would be carrying my .410 single shot. I knew that gun inside and out, I'd put hundreds of rounds through it, shooting at everything else, partridge, rabbits, squirrels, etc. Oh yeah, and it was cleaned and oiled after every use (Gramps rule #64, kidding on the numbered rules, but not kidding on the simple fact that every gun was expected to be cleaned after every use). Opening day 1977, Gramp said "you stay here on this crossing and when they come you shoot one, I'll be coming from the lower orchard so don't shoot in that direction"... An hour later, I heard one shot up near the lower orchard and in no time, I could hear them coming, sounded like a heard of buffalo on a crisp and quiet Maine morning. There she was, running right at me, I was scared for a second, but then I whistled (like I was taught) and she stopped not 25yds from me, bang! She spun and jumped one time then toppled, it was not until then that I saw the other 3 deer disappearing over a hump, white flags flashing like it was there job.
I ran to her, feeling like I thought would, Daniel Boone or Davey Crockett, but when I reached her, the last of her life was just leaving, those big sweet doe eyes, I remember her eye lashes to this day. Then I started crying like a baby, I was sobbing over her uncontrollably. I heard Gramp yell to me, as he approached I tried to get it together, I didn't want Gramp to see me cry, but he must have seen the 10,000 tears running down my cheeks. He put his arm around me and told me it was ok, we respect them in life and we respect them in death, it's ok to shed a tear for her.We are blessed to have her..
Feeling much better, I was taught the fine are field dressing and then we dragged her to the tote road. We hung her in the barn where i'd seen countless others hanging over the years, but your first deer is special, I rember not wanting to leave her. i won't bore you with the skinning and butchering, but watching someone who has done it a
hundred times is amazing, he presented me with a buck knife, a 110 I think (which i lost on a later fishing trip, bummer)and he let me cut the back straps out and take them down to Nana, he said she would know just what to do.
Gramp passed a few years ago and I have that old 94 in my safe and it is my most prized possession, I cherris it, but the life lessons and the time we spent in the woods and on the streams, that's what I miss!
God bless Don Hunt...

Gramp always had this pride filled grin whenever we did anything together and I never really thought about much til I saw a picture of me with my sons on a fishing trip, yep, you guessed it, that same grin! He always said the apple never falls far from the tree.
 
I miss my father. I wish I could have squared away a couple things with him. I miss morality, in all it's forms. I miss the respect for one another. I miss the respect for our country. I miss the respect for the Flag of our country. I miss the Republican party. I miss the 200,000 brain cells I lose every day. They're adding up fast.

Too much stuff to list. Essentially I think we've "liberaled" ourselves in to a deep hole.
 
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When I was young everything was new. Every day was an adventure. Your life was in front of you and you couldn't wait to experience it. I miss that feeling the most.
 
Some really great memories to be found here, I have enjoyed reading all of them and can relate to most. Fishing trips with my dad and granddad were always special. Nothing fancy just sitting on the bank with a fire going and a pot of coffee brewing from a big ol black pot, river water and a handful of coffee. Granddad would bring baloney and cheese and bread, the baloney looked like a large round log, dont know if you can even get it like that anymore, and he melted the cheese a little bit in the sun. Dad would say, Kings dont eat this good! I always chuckled at that. Times were so much simpler then and we were always thankful for whatever we had.
 
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