That was what we kids had in our younger years. We learned the value of life and much fun it was to be there. Neighbors watched out for not only their own children, but also the ones who lived nearby.
I remember when the Hockersmith family bought a television and, being good neighbors, invited all the young kids to come watch television with them. So in the evening hours after supper and the chores were done, we all got the chance to watch some great programs. The only requirement was that it had to be OK with the parents and the chores were done.
Many an evening was spent out there on the front lawn and front porch, enjoying the great shows of the ‘50s.
I would say that not only the watchful eyes of the parents of each child, but also the eyes of the neighborhood were responsible for the way we were brought up. Many a kid from that neighborhood made their mark here in Kokomo, and it was a time of problems in the South but togetherness in the North.
I still see some of those old friends, but many have been called Home, some at a very early age. There are some I don’t know about, as they moved to other cities in their quest to do the things needed to to raise their families. If any of you who lived in that neighborhood are still around, let me know something about how you are doing. If there are friends out there whom I haven’t seen for many years, I sure would like to renew old friendships.
We lived in a time that was almost like a fairy tale. Great people in a time almost lost in many memories. The first 15 years of my life are a memory most cherished. The new friends I picked up since then are precious too.
Life without memories would be a very dull life. Do you go back once in awhile and relive yours? It might make your day that much better. Try it today.
Ray “Uncle Ray” Day is a weekly contributor to the Kokomo Tribune. Contact him at firstname.lastname@example.org.