Don G. Dinsdale Loc: El Cajon, CA (San Diego County)

A POEM TO WHICH I CAN RELATE

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 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?
Bathing was done in a 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...
If you can remember those days...
Continue to enjoy your Retirement & GOD BLESS YOU.

EL Loc: Massachusetts

That was HAPPY DAYS!!
What I remember that's sort of strange. I never knew ANYONE with an allergy or even one with asthma. Must have lived in a healthy neighborhood.

Don G. Dinsdale Loc: El Cajon, CA (San Diego County)

In those days I lived in Oakland, CA 26th Ave & 27th St, no one was sick, except one of my friends got the monpas... We played in the street, base ball, foot ball, kick the can, hide and seek, fun times... Don D.

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lpnmajor Loc: Arkansas

slatten49 Loc: Lake Whitney, Texas

I remember them well, and am thoroughly enjoying my retirement.

Don G. Dinsdale Loc: El Cajon, CA (San Diego County)

Nice Dobby... Don D.

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slatten49 Loc: Lake Whitney, Texas

Min-Pin, Don. But, she thinks of herself as a Doberman.

crazylibertarian Loc: Florida by way of New York & Rhode Island

In the heart of Manhattan, where I spent my grammar school days, we played stick ball in two varieties - throwing the ball against a wall and hitting it afterwards or trying to pitch it into a box on the wall for a ball or a strike.

On weekends, we'd play street hockey or stick ball because even in the heart of NYC, the streets had low traffic on the weekends on 47th, between Second & Third Avnues.

We'd go to a softball field on First, between 41st & 42nd Streets.

We also went to the 54th Street pool just off First Avenue or the Kips Bay Boys Club at 52nd off Second.

There was also a school yard just down the street on 46th that we weren't really supposed to be in. We'd hop the fence or go by a side & back way into it. The cops, especially one we called Ish-ka-bibble, knew that we had few alternatives and looked the other way.

Sometimes we'd go to the pier at 47th or 48th on the East River.

Wow. We made do with no organized sports. We just did it.

rjoeholl

Growing up I had my own baseball diamond, my own football field, my own tennis court, and three swimming pools. Had our own movie theater and our own personal cooks. Also, had thirty-five or so live in playmates. What I didn't have was parents. See, I lived in orphanages and boys homes till I ran away and lived on my own. At fourteen. So, I learned very early that material things didn't make happiness. But looking back I would say that the one thing I miss most is......two fer a penny candy.

PoppaGringo Loc: Muslim City, Mexifornia, B.R.

Very nostalgic.