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In the good old days
We walked 5 miles
To get to school
But we were all smiles
In the good old days
We made the butter
And got the “lukshen”
If fresh to our mudder
In the good old days
We got paid ten cents
To work in the sweat shops
It paid our rents
In the good old days
We milked the cows
And the chickens and goats
Lived in our house
In the good old days
You needee a horse
To get from point A to point B
Of course
In the good old days
We dreamed of 2002
When there might be cell phones
And computers too!
In the good old days
We never knew
How good we had it
Until….2002.
Now it’s twenty eleven
And the good old days
Are nothing but
A foggy haze
So a word of advice
If you do allow/
Remember:
The “good old days”
Are THE GOOD OLD…NOW!!
Great poem!
oh how touching, ive been waiting for a thread about the alter heim thanks for starting one
in the alter heim
1)people didnt text and drive
2)people didnt buy 5000 dollar sheitels
3)people didnt tell gedolim what to do
4)people were happy with what they had
Thanks Eclipse for the compliment. It took some thinking to come up with the name.
eclipse, great poem! you’re really talented!
chayav, in the good old days:
1)people had to use a horse and buggy to get around, or to relay a message.
2)people owned 2 sets of clothing- shabbos and weekday- if they were lucky, and had to scrub those same clothing by hand to get them clean.
3)people didn’t know enough to question
4)then, as now, there were people that were happy with what they had, and people that weren’t- hence the success of the haskalah movement.
5)children died from childhood diseases, women died in childbirth regularly, and the average life expectancy in 1900 was 47.
now you tell me, do you REALLY want to go back there?
In the good old days, people died of heart attacks (i) when they could not get to the hospital bacause of snow, and (ii) when they could get to the hospital, and the hospital did not have the ability to save them anyway. The good old days are overrated.
in the good old days, among the Yidden, immorality, infidelity, “gayness” and crime were almost non-existent.
Torah and Mitzvohs were prized and respected. there was no reform or conservative or any other such organized kefira.
if you remember, and you must, that this world is fleeting, illusory and only a preparation for the True, Eternal Life, then those are the things that matter, not how efficient the hospitals were
eclipse – fantastic!
eclipse i love the poem. We dont have the choice but if we did i would definately want to live in those times. The mesirus nefesh they had, like mod 80 said the respect for torah and mitzvos, the simplicity of their lives. They were really happy with their lives. We have 8 ft closets filled with clothing and complain we have nothing to wear. We kvetch when the washer load is done and we haveto switch it to the dryer. (They didnt complain when they had to wash it by hand!) Emptying the dishwasher is a major job. We may be living longer nowadays but what do we have to show for that after 120 years?
Wow, Best Ima, profound!
I wish i could say the same, but i being born after ‘the good old days’ i dont think i would be able to survive back then. If i was born then, i would make do and probably be in awe of all these inventions…(i am still not familiar with i-devices, apple-devices, etc….)
Eclipse gr8 poem. I just clicked on this thread quickly cos I dont have much time right now. Why did you start a new thread and not post it on the poetry thread?
Mod-80: In the good old days brothel use and other immorality were rampant. Check any teshuvos on even haezer.
What else was better in the good old days?
Television shows were much better. Yes, I am joking.
My grandfather lived on the lower east side and hated it. He often refers to his childhood as “The Bad Old Days”.
In the good old days a Tzaddik was Tzaddik, a Rasha was a Rasha, a Seuda was a Seuda, a king was a king, a plague was a plague, a G’vir was a G’vir, a pauper was a pauper, the sun was a sun (not just a star or planet), a snow was a snow, a hot day was a hot day, and a scary trip was actually a scary trip. Now everything is nuanced.
I went into a shul today mid morning for a minute to take something in, and it was deserted. The only person there was a man in his seventies being maavir sedra in the back row. What a beautiful sight to behold.
Slowly and peacefully, with complete tranquility, he was lovingly saying the words. Without disturbances. Without worries. Without phone calls (could be he does not even own a cell phone). Without text messages. Without emails. It was seemed obvious he felt that he could not be disturbed.
By contrast, many of us nowadays are rushing all over the place and even when we do sit to learn or to begin doing something, we do not have the tranquil state of mind that this man had. Rush, rush, rush, rush, rush. Grabbing something to eat while on the phone, replying to emails and answering our kids all at the same time. We have so many labor saving devices but we are an instant-reply required society so we pressure ourselves to fit too much into too short a time, without being able to enjoy any of it or relax.
So I ask you, who has it better?
Er Um. I thank Hashem I was not born when he was.
I’m sure he thanks Hashem more that he was not born when you were!
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