Let’s go back in time to those great days, the ‘40s and ‘50s. Kokomo was and still is a wonderful place to live, even though those things we remember have retreated to just talking about them.
At one time there were at least five movie houses, the Indiana, Sipe, Fox, Wood and Colonial. All were downtown. And each Saturday we were lucky enough to go to one of them.
We watched the cowboys, the comedies and some great productions by some of the best actors in the business. If I remember correctly, it cost 14 cents for children and maybe a quarter for adults. I may be wrong in the prices, but that does not matter now because we kids saw some of the best cowboy shows ever, with Roy and Gene, Frog and Gabby, and Dale Evans, too.
One thing I’ve realized about the movies where there were gunfights on horses, with one bunch riding right toward the other bunch: you would see all of them shooting, yet a shot from those guns just seemed to go around, then get back on a straight line, hitting a rider in the other group.
You never saw a man kissing a woman, because that just was not needed. And those horses received a lot of praise; I guess they were really smart animals.
So for us kids, we knew we had to be good at just about everything. Sometimes we did not have the money to go to the movies, and Mom would reach down in her heart, take that handkerchief and untie it from her apron, and out would come the love money. She always knew that one day she would need the extra coin to give to her children.
Mom was like that. She was very firm in the way she took care of us. If the chores were not kept up, then the extra money would stay in that good woman’s cloth till the next time she had to dig into it.
Dad’s way was that, on the way home, he would pick up some candy bars or a slab of ice cream — but first Mom had to tell him if we were good or not.
Wouldn’t it be great to have them right here and see that set of hearts open up to the children?
Like I’ve said many times, we were not poor, but sometimes it felt like it. Bless those two people who guided us into the persons we are now. I like to give thanks every day to those two loving parents. I wish they were right here so I could give them a hug and say thanks, but God called them home after they fulfilled their duties as parents.
As I go about my daily chores and the things I forgot to do yesterday, I like to tie them in to the things we did in the past. You never can go back, but you use the knowledge of that past to make the present better. We don’t know what the future will be for us. God has a plan for me and you, and no matter what happens between now and then, that plan will not change.
You do the changing, and you reap the love of God with memories of how it was, how it is, and whatever he has ready for you.
Ray “Uncle Ray” Day is a weekly contributor to the Kokomo Tribune. Contact him at email@example.com.