Memories

 

I remember my youth

 

I remember corned beef in my childhood
And walks in our garden – a wildwood!
And the bread that we cut with a knife
And the men went to work – not the wife
I remember how mom sewed our school clothes
While us children helped with the housework

 

The cheese never needed a fridge
And the smallest of mounds was a ridge
The bread was so crusty and hot
There was always food in the pot
Children were seldom unhappy
And parents content with their lot

 

I remember that milk came in bottles
With yummy thick cream on the top
Our dinner came hot from the oven
And not from a freezer or shop
Us kids were a lot more contented
When TV was not yet invented?

 

We didn’t need money for kicks
Just a small leather ball – and some sticks
A game with our friends in the road
And sometimes the Saturday flicks
We had time to play – and places to run
Life was so simple – life was such fun!

 

I remember the slaps on my backside
And the taste of the soap when I swore
Depression and diets weren’t heard of
And we hadn’t much choice what we wore
Do you think the slaps bruised our egos?
Or p’raps just taught us some boundaries?

 

Lessons of life were so simple
Thinking of pig-tails and dimples
We ate what was put on the table
Then flirted with Betty and Mabel
With curiosity intact; undestroyed
Our lives were far better enjoyed