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<rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" version="2.0"><channel><atom:link rel="hub" href="http://tumblr.superfeedr.com/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"/><description></description><title>Untitled</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @kjgw)</generator><link>http://kjgw.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>Back in the day</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I grew up in a small town. You know the kind were everyone knows everyone. We lived four miles from town. No street light and miles of woods. We lived practical. Dad worked 5 days a week. Mom worked as a bus driver, bartender, EMT&amp;#8230;.threw out my life as a child. Things were simple. You have chores, school, and friends and three TV channels. Cable didn&amp;#8217;t come to us til the 80&amp;#8217;s. No video games, cellphones, computers. Let alone the internet! Simple! You never asked for anything. You never worried about people having more than the other. Simple! I never new we were pore. Didn&amp;#8217;t even know the definition. I thought everyone ate macaroni every other night! A picnic table was in our house for the kitchen table. Simple! There were 6 of us&amp;#8230;so why not. A wood stove (old quaker) mom cooked on. It even had a oven&amp;#8230; The well was a dug one&amp;#8230;no artesian one&amp;#8230;it would run dry in the summer and the pipes would freeze in the winter. Our bikes were used when we got them and we past them down when we grew out of them. Dad brought a truck load of sand from work we used for our sand box. He brought an old highway sign, pole and all, for our basketball hoop. (Painted state gray) We all ate dinner together. No fooling&amp;#8230; Times were good rough!! Fun!! At 14 I got my first job! Worked at the town library&amp;#8230; Cleaning. Half my pay went to mom and dad the other in the bank. Oh ya the bank!! Asnacomit credit Union! One small bank..never was opened everyday&amp;#8230;Ester was the teller&amp;#8230;GFA bought them out. Took over my loan. Lol my mom was still on my account till they closed sometime in the 90&amp;#8217;s. Road my bike everywhere!! I never asked for a ride. If my bike was broke no matter my feet will get me there. Hell it was only 4 mil. to the center of town. I&amp;#8217;m 44 now. I look back at the 70&amp;#8217;s and 80&amp;#8217;s. And really miss it. It was so much simpler back then. No facebook! No cellphones! Texting? Who? Lol We have all this technology to keep in touch but it seems to me we&amp;#8217;ve lost touch. I don&amp;#8217;t know? I was close to my brothers and sister. That&amp;#8217;s all we had and we didn&amp;#8217;t need more. Our friends were a hand full of townies. Not 300+ fb friends. But a solid bunch of misfit townies. Lastly! New things to teach our kids. That small is good. Simple is better. Close friends stick around. Family is most important!&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://kjgw.tumblr.com/post/41596131279</link><guid>http://kjgw.tumblr.com/post/41596131279</guid><pubDate>Sun, 27 Jan 2013 01:46:00 -0500</pubDate><category>70's</category><category>80's</category><category>olden days</category><category>young</category><category>teach</category></item></channel></rss>
