Monday, March 23, 2015


I remember the bologna of my childhood,
And the bread that we cut with a knife,
When the children helped with the housework,
And the men went to work not the wife.

The cheese never needed a fridge,
And the bread was so crusty and hot,
The children were seldom unhappy
And the wife was content with her lot.

I remember the milk from the bottle,
With the yummy cream on the top,
Our dinner came hot from the oven,
And not from a freezer; or the shop.

The kids were a lot more contented,
They didn't need money for kicks,
Just a game with their friends in the road,
And sometimes the Saturday flicks.

I remember the shop on the corner,
Where cookies for pennies were sold
Do you think I'm a bit too nostalgic?
Or is it....I'm just getting old?

The baths were taken in a #3 wash tub,
With plenty of rich foamy suds
But the ironing seemed never ending
As Mama pressed everyone's 'duds'.

I remember the slap on my backside,
And the taste of soap if I swore
Anorexia and diets weren't heard of
And we hadn't much choice what we wore.

Do you think that bruised our ego?
Or our initiative was destroyed?
We ate what was put on the table
And I think life was better enjoyed.

Author, Unknown


Linda E said...

I totally relate to your blog entry today. I hope you wont mind me sharing. Happy Monday!

ChrisJ said...

That lifestyle was good for everyone!

Lady Di Tn said...

This one hits it on the head. Life was simpler then but when I got old enough it was my job to do the ironing and it is something I hate with a passion but I can do it. We did not lock our doors and no murders were reported every night and we children could walk anywhere and anytime day or night and not have to worry that we would not get home safe. Oh how the world has changed. Peace be with you.