Take Time For A Stroll (ePub)

Back in the 1920's and 1930's when I was a boy, the world was much bigger. It was a quieter world and turned a lot slower. People weren't in such a hurry to get where they were going and they got there just the same. It was a time when people enjoyed life without TVs, PCs. Boom-Boxes, Jet Planes and had very little if any money in their pockets, hard to imagine. My allowance at that time was ten cents a week, which would take me to the movies on Saturday, or I could squander it in any way I choose. I managed to save a few pennies here and there and had two or three dollars in the top drawer of my dresser. My sister thought I was crazy, money should be spent and enjoyed, not stuck in dresser drawers, maybe she was right.

We lived on a side street and there weren't many cares in our neighborhood, so the children safely played street games. There were blocks of vacant property where we played baseball, and football in the season and the fire department flooded them in winter and we skated till spring thaw.

Many delivery men still used horse and wagon, I can still hear the clippity of clop o the horses hooves on the granite block roads. Public transportation was the electric street car which went down the middle of the street. You knew where they were and the fares were three cents for children and seven cents for adults.

I base a lot of my writing on this era. I like to keep my messages short and to the point. I want everybody to be able to read, understand and hopefully enjoy my poetry...R. M. Gifford