LIFE AS MAMA KNEW IT
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My children often asked me<br>
If I saw Abe Lincoln shot.<br>
If I rode in horse and buggy,<br>
And I'd say "that old I'm not!"<br><br>
So I took them to the places<br>
Where I used to run and play,<br>
And I told them many stories<br>
Of how things were in my day.<br><br>
The many homes we lived in<br>
With the outhouse right behind.<br>
Sleeping three in one full bed<br>
For our winters were unkind.<br><br>
The old pot bellied stove<br>
Where ten children gathered close,<br>
To warm their little bodies<br>
Before dressing in their clothes.<br><br>
Most all clothes were from relief<br>
Or hand me downs from others.<br>
Our shoes were lined with cardboard,<br>
As were our dad's and mother's.<br><br>
No butter on the toast we had...<br>
Lard, with sugar on the top.<br>
Canmilk coffee was for breakfast.<br>
Always two to one full cup.<br><br>
Hauling wood in winter snow<br>
With a wheelbarrow twice our size.<br>
Getting chased by neighbors horses<br>
Trudging homeward with our prize.<br><br>
There was a truck eleven<br>
And another seventeen.<br>
We grouped them both together<br>
And called them leventeen.<br><br>
When we'd hear that number called<br>
We'd know that we'd been found,<br>
Taking wood from off the pile<br>
Instead of off the ground.<br><br>
Old Joe's pigs would free themselves.<br>
They were big and fast and mean.<br>
Thank heaven we were faster<br>
And the pigs a bit more lean.<br><br>
No screens upon the windows.<br>
No garbage pick up then, and<br>
The flies outdid the locusts<br>
In the plague sent down from heaven.<br><br>
Before we had our mealtime<br>
We were all called from play.<br>
To swing our towels above our heads<br>
And chase those flies away.<br><br>
Then we'd all sit down to supper<br>
To a platter piled up high<br>
With sliced fried green tomatoes,<br>
Which we'd eat until we'd sigh.<br><br>
Dangerous fun we all would have<br>
Taking jumps on cardboard sleds.<br>
Made for some skinned up faces<br>
When we jumped into our beds.<br><br>
Curling up into a tire,<br>
Rolling down a great steep hill.<br>
Jumping railings with a five foot drop,<br>
Made our mom and dad feel ill.<br><br>
On Saturday our mom would tie<br>
A diaper on her head.<br>
Then fire up the old wood range<br>
To bake our daily bread. <br><br>
With the kitchen warm and cozy<br>
She would fill the old wash tub,<br>
Then the youngest to the oldest<br>
Would get there weekly scrub.<br><br>
Picking beans from Barne's garden<br>
Just a penny for a pound,<br>
Caused aching backs and dirty knees<br>
From kneeling on the ground. <br><br>
Picking berries in the summer<br>
Was another job of ours,<br>
We'd set out in the morning<br>
And pick for many hours.<br><br>
We'd stop at noon to eat<br>
Wherever there was shade...<br>
A peanut butter sandwich and<br>
Warm iced tea mom made.<br><br>
We would stomp cans in the center<br>
To wear upon our feet,<br>
To go clanking down the sidewalk<br>
Or any pavement street.<br><br>
Third powder was our swimming hole<br>
With a mine shaft in the middle.<br>
A dangerous place to swim,<br>
Especially when your little.<br><br>
We'd save paper, iron and rags<br>
To help out during the war.<br>
Victory gardens were aplenty<br>
To help out even more.<br><br>
The paper, iron and rags were<br>
Put upon the scale to weigh.<br>
So many pounds of each<br>
Would let us see a matinee.<br><br>
We'd laugh when mom was asked<br>
If she had rags to spare?<br>
She'd answer, if I give you mine<br>
I won't have clothes to wear.<br><br>
I remember one fine day<br>
When we all went to the fair..<br>
They stopped to get some ice cream,<br>
And they found I wasn't there.<br><br>
They found me sitting on a bench<br>
I was very little then.<br>
I said, "I knew you'd come and get me,"<br>
But in my heart I didn't know when.<br><br>
Another time they moved<br>
While I was staying somewhere.<br>
Was I surprised when I got home,<br>
And found they were not there. <br><br>
We used to laugh and say,<br>
"They would count as we came in,<br>
Seven, eight, nine and ten.<br>
They all made it home again."<br><br>
Those were the good old days,<br>
As I look back now with pride.<br>
They made us strong and hardy,<br>
But it's a wonder we survived!
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