Living in a World I Use to Know

A phrase I use often is that I live in a world I use to know. As one ages, one can expect changes mostly in technology. Some changes are for the better such as in medicine, safety and other such areas. Other changes are not so good, at least in my judgment. I have had people agree and disagree with me on this one. First, there indeed was such a thing as the Good Old Days and they were in the 1950s for my generation. Life was so much simpler then. Family was everything. Meals were taken as a family - there was no such thing as not eating at home with the family. We went to churches and attended schools in our own area and walked to them. We had to dress properly too. I was blessed to have Franciscan Sisters for all eight grades of my parochial school education. Then I was lucky to get into Salesianum High School at a time when Priests, Scholastics and Brothers taught there (and they wore their habit too). Life was simpler then. Neighbors knew one another and shared with one another too. People were friendly and close to one another. Milk, bread, eggs, vegetables and other consumables came right to our door fresh daily by delivery man. We had three or four dairies right in my neighborhood, too many bakeries to count, an Italian Market one block away, and the best subs, steaks and pizza (called Tomato Pie) in the world. What happened?