Editor, Commonwealth:
The times are changing fast. Here today, gone tomorrow.
Goodbye to the pay telephone. I remember Grandma’s old black dial telephone in my childhood days of long ago.
The black Emerson fan, made in the U.S.A., seemed to last forever. It was so well made. Now it’s a museum piece.
Remember the eight-track tape players in automobiles and record players. Everyone had one. Now another relic, lost in time.
The neon juke boxes in the honky-tonks outside of town? Gone, gone, gone like the wind.
Some more relics, lost in time: a kite I used to fly so high in the sky; a yo-yo was fun; a horse-head stick; a Mr. Potato Head; a wooden rocking horse; a Daisy BB gun. Gee, how toys have changed. I won’t forget that electric train that blew smoke and had a bright light.
The drive-in picture shows are long gone. Goodbye to my 1964 Chevy Bel Air with power glide transmission. Best car I ever had. So easy to work on and maintain.
Now in 2017, we’ve got crossways motors and computers in automobiles. Goodbye to the shade-tree mechanics.
I look at my childhood picture when I was 8. My eyes have seen many things.
What’s new today will in time be gone tomorrow, lost in time never to return, like the parking meters and telephone booths.
Kenneth Carithers
Greenwood
