|A Penny For Your Thoughts|
MY GOOD OLD DAYS, YOUR GOOD OLD DAYS
It always makes me feel old when I hear someone who is a lot younger than me use the term, “good old days.” I use the term all the time too as did my parents and grandparents.
When my grandparents spoke of the “good old days,” told and remembered about the 1920s and 1930s. Of course, that is when they were young, had kids, and even though they endured tough times, they always thought that those years were the best times of their life.
They also talked about their younger days and how they lived way back in the hills. They often spoke of how they had just one pair of shoes, going barefoot, walking to school, horse and buggies, outhouses, and of eating greens and beans and cornbread.