No video games or heavy metal
When I was just a child
Neighbors were always welcome
To come in and stay awhile
A game of hopscotch on the walk
From a wobbly child's hand
Song's were sung in a language
We could all understand
Mama canned from the garden
She washed clothes on a board
We didn't seem to miss
The luxuries we couldn't afford
No mall, no Walmart or McDonald's
How did we ever get by
Life was playing in the sun
Eating Mama's apple pie
I remember a swing set
Daddy had put up out back
And listening to the lone whistles
From a nearby railroad track
There was no talk of dope
Not one reason to fight
No one was ever afraid
Doors were left unlocked at night
There were no reports of shootings
On the morning news
Nothing was ever thrown away
Someone else could use
We learned respect from Mama
To say Yes Ma'm and Thank You
We wasn't above a spanking
I've been known to have a few
A game of hopscotch on the walk
From a wobbly child's hand
Song's were sung in a language
We could all understand
Yes..i remember those times well..I still remember i took my ex wife for a drive to visit some relatives..we walked in through the back door..to discover no one was home..they arrived 5 minutes later..they'd popped out to get some shopping..my ex was stunned..that they'd left the house unlocked..but they lived in a good neighbourhood..where everyone watched out for each other..if i'd been a stranger..the neighbours would have known.
A wonderful remembrance that seems to leave out the bad. Those times also had polio and rheumatic fever. I got measles three times in a single year. I went to work picking beans in the fields at nine years old. We had to feed our coal-fired furnace every couple of days (we had a stoking machine many did not) and the smoke from coal fires filled the air and made the snow black.
We played a lot of jacks and skipped some rope. Every card game was a gamble, and a place to suck in smoke. Monopoly and poker were always cutthroat games, where sometimes best friends parted ways over calling each other nasty names.
We were hooked on a newfangled thing called TV, whenever we went on the road we would eat hamburgers and chocolate malts. Everyone cooked with lard and we ate a lot of canned food filled with carcinogens.
I lived in those times. Great poetry that brought back wonderful memories and some sad also. There was nothing great about the depression I lived through, except for the many lives it affected.
South Baltimore serves as the backdrop for this gripping story of three brothers leading very different lives but joined forever by the secrets of a painful family past.
A homonymless man writes shows what it's like to look up the laid he skirts when you’re lying prone(d) to the sidewalk, beer / joint / needle dangling from your hand /lips / arm.
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..thanks for my memories!
Lady Vivian
Anna
budd
To Be Child Again?
For You To Enter Therein
Kingdom Of (God)
You Must Become (Be) As Child...
How Many Millions Simply They
Did Not Care (Get Involved)Will
Fall By Wayside Of Holy Hell...
While My Good Days As Child
Hard To Remember Was
Trip Of Into Holy Hell--I Do
Look Forward To All Those Who
Abused (Me) All Little Children--
Why I Write:
I Will See You All In
holy Hell long Before
I Ever Get There...
Those Few Who Were Good To Me
I TRASK Will Go To Hell And Back
To Save Them As There Children Come
1st In The Eyes (Mine) Of (God)..
Your Friend,TRASK...
Thank you, Linda for sharing
your talent with us.
Warm regards. Isabella.
Regis
Thanks for the memories!
Peace, love and blessings,
John MD
We played a lot of jacks and skipped some rope. Every card game was a gamble, and a place to suck in smoke. Monopoly and poker were always cutthroat games, where sometimes best friends parted ways over calling each other nasty names.
We were hooked on a newfangled thing called TV, whenever we went on the road we would eat hamburgers and chocolate malts. Everyone cooked with lard and we ate a lot of canned food filled with carcinogens.
Yup, those were the days.
Ron
G