The Winds of Wonder

When Grandpa Was a Boy

By Dorothy Walters

So many things were different

When Grandpa was a boy.

He never saw a movie

And he seldom had a toy.

He never soared aloft in planes;

No radio had he;

An auto was unusual,

A downright novelty.

He walked three miles to school each day,

And wrote upon a slate.

And lots of things I daily eat,

Young Grandpa never ate.

Yet he is always telling me

About the “good old days,”

And how he’d not exchange his youth

For all our modern ways.

He’s sure he fished with greater luck

Along his special streams;

And hazelnuts were bigger

In Grandpa’s day, it seems.

I wonder, when I’m Grandpa’s age,

If I will then enjoy

The thought that things were better,

When I was just a boy.