Dear Editor:
Whatever happened to women being ladies and men being gentlemen?
At 82, I’ve seen a whole lot of changes, some for the good and a lot not so good. What about a man taking off his hat when a lady walks in the room or opening the door for a lady or a senior adult?
How about using manners like “yes, ma’am” or “no, sir,” and “Please” and “Thank you”? How about giving up a parking place for someone who arrived at the same time you did?
Did you ever think how much more pleasant your day would be if you just slowed down and realized that you aren’t the only car on the road?
Did you ever realize that the trauma doctors won’t care if your make-up is on straight when you are laying in the emergency room after a serious wreck? The cell phone call you were making will not be important.
Whatever happened to children minding their parents, being respectful to their teachers, and obeying the laws of the land? Who would have ever dreamed that you would have a hard time distinguishing between men and women; and men would wear the earrings and women would be wearing the combat boots and tattoos?
My, how things have changed. I pulled up behind a car the other day and she(he) had a beautiful head full of curly blond hair and when the light changed and I passed them, he had a long flowing beard, too!
When we go to the grocery store we have to get prepared for the wild adventure. It seems everyone is in a hurry and most are in a bad mood. The buggies are flying around the corners and the riding carts are like miniature sprint cars. When you go to check out, you find your bananas under your can goods and your eggs have a gallon of milk sitting on them.
Some go to church in cut-off jeans, flip flops, and the men are wearing baseball caps. Some are in pajamas and bedroom slippers.
When you turn on television you might as well be in an adult entertainment center and the ads are worse than the shows. Nothing is off limits and a lot of it we would be better off not seeing. Boy, do I feel out of place! Imagine how our family members who have passed away would feel if they came back and saw the direction we have gone.
I sure am grateful that this is not my final home and I have something wonderful to look forward to. But until then all we can do is try to make our little corner of this world a better place.
Roland Dann,
Springfield