By popular demand from my readers, I am going to give you some more of the changes we seniors have seen. Most of them we enjoy, but some things we wonder why they aren't around any more.

It was a hard life for many in those days; some homes had no electricity and had to use kerosene lamps to light the house at night. I was lucky enough to always live in a house that had electricity as a child, but we didn't have a real bathroom until I was in the fifth grade.

I was in heaven when I saw a bathtub, sink and toilet all in the same room! No more bathing standing by the kitchen sink or summer time showers in the basement using a garden hose.

Only one house I lived in had an outhouse and a water pump in the kitchen that had to be primed each morning to make it work. You were in big trouble if you forgot to draw a glass of water before going to bed at night. Usually, there was enough water under the ice box to start the pump in those cases.

I never went to a one-room school house, but many of my readers did, and they said that they learned a lot from being in one. There are still those one-room schools in many of our states that don't have the people or funds to expand to a larger school.

One thing we all seemed to miss and wonder why it's not still used was the headlight dimmer button on the floor board of the car. We all liked the convenience of using your foot to raise or lower the headlights and not having to take our hand off the steering wheel to do so.

Many of us also had the home delivery of milk every day; the milkman also brought you butter and or eggs if you left a note for him to do so. Remember those great glass bottles of milk with the bulb top that held the cream? They had a thick paper top that would pop off if the milk froze in the winter before you got them in the house.

One of my friends had home delivery of her milk when I was an adult in the Los Angeles area. Her milkman had a key to her apartment so that he could put the milk directly into her refrigerator. One night I stayed over at her place and slept on the couch that made into a back-killing bed. The milk man entered the house yelling "Milkman" in a matter of seconds and never enough time for you to cover yourself up. I'm sure he enjoyed catching people in a state of undress with his short warning.

One thing I really miss about the old days is that delicious smell of burning fall leaves coming from the different yards in the neighborhood. That, to me, is the same feeling of home that I get when I smell homemade bread being baked in the kitchen. We can still make and bake the bread, but at least around here we can't smell the burning leaves because of air pollution.

When we look back on all the medical and mechanical changes that we have seen over the years, we just have to be thankful for those advances. People are living longer and have more time to enjoy life than in the past, and that has to be a good thing.

A native of Minnesota, Carol Olson grew up in South Dakota and Walnut Creek and now lives in Pittsburg. Contact her at carolleeolson@aol.com.

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