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Friday, January 24, 2014

Remember

I remember the cheese 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 the fridge; in the shop.

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

I remember the shop on the corner,
Where a pen'orth of sweets was sold
Do you think I'm a bit too nostalgic?
Or is it....I'm just getting old?

I remember the 'loo' was the lav,
And the bogy man came in the night,
It wasn't the least bit funny
Going "out back" with no light.

The interesting items we perused,
From the newspapers cut into squares,
And hung on a peg in the loo,
It took little to keep us amused.

The clothes were boiled in the copper,
With plenty of rich foamy suds
But the ironing seemed never ending
As Mum 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.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Indeed!

lmclain said...

Most of the people who remember that stuff BUILT THIS COUNTRY and fought (and sometimes died) defending our way of life.
The ones who want to make fun of those ideals are the ones who now think someone OWES them a house, free food, a cell phone, free child care, free electricity, and the freedom to produce many more others who will also demand your money and support. To ask them to actually work, sacrifice, save, or EARN anything is somehow racist, or demeaning, or selfish and prejudiced.
Which explains everything you need to know about where we are as a crumbling, declining, and leaderless nation on the way to the dustbin of history. Our forefathers are crying in heaven as they watch THEIR sacrifices and deprivations being turned into a "gimme gimme gimme its all about me" society of indignant "you hurt my feelings" disabaled losers.