“Do not say, ‘Why were the old days better than these?’ For it is not wise to ask such questions.” Ecclesiastes 7:10
I used to hear my parents refer to the “old days” a lot when I was a kid. Now, I say, “I remember when I was a kid …” The stories my mom told, like hand picking the corn in the fields, pitching bales of hay onto a hay rack, and ringing the neck of a chicken to butcher it and cook it for dinner, were hardly easy times.
For me, the good ole days meant more family get togethers on Sunday afternoons; out-door movies with brown grocery bags full of popcorn, and not having to clean a bathroom (the outhouse was broomed out occasionally).
For the most part, I can’t think of many things I would say were better when I was a kid than now. However, children seemed to have more respectful for their parents, teachers, and elders. Rules had a meaning and a consequence. The evening news had more credibility before ratings became an issue, and families with young children could watch nearly any TV show together. Food was less processed and almost everything I ate was naturally organic.
The good old days seemed to be less hectic, competitive, and more peaceful. But, I have a way of conveniently forgetting the things in the past that were not so much fun.
Lord, help us live for today, not in the memories of the past. Amen.