(c) 2017 Edward York
My childhood memories come to me,
When I sit and think a while.
I remember how being on grandpa's knee,
Would always bring a smile.
He told me about riding cattle drives,
And how they planned their course.
He told me all the things he'd seen,
From high atop his horse.
The house where he lived had but two rooms,
His heat was an open flame.
There was no running water there,
And his old truck had a name.
The outhouse trail was a narrow path,
And often filled with weeds,
But you could make it fast enough,
Depending on your needs.
I watched my grandma making quilts,
And seemed to cook for fun.
She always wore a homemade dress,
And a bonnet in the sun.
As for what things others had,
They never seemed to care.
What little that they did possess,
They would always share.
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Beautiful memories LG.
Grandparents are very special! Unfortunately, I didnāt know my very well!
These were actually my great grandparents. Grandpa was 87 in early 1960 which means he was born in the late 1800s. He had some stories for sure.
My grandparents had a cellar where vegetables were kept for a while, and jars of home canned goods.
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Great memories of a time long gone by. Much simpler times back then where as you say, they appreciate everything they did have. Wonderful write my friend.
It was a time before all the electronics. I remember our first TV. They didn't have much but didn't need much and as a small child I didn't need much either.
I remember in the 60s a TV show about the 21st century, and what they showed on the TV show were amazing at the time, but are nothing compared to today's electronic gadgets. We've come so far, and sometimes I have to wonder of man's sociological advances not being where I'd thought we would be considering our history.
Wonderful nostalgic write, those memories are treasures to behold.
We all seem to have those memories and they are similar but different. They belong to just us, or we at least like to think so.
Our memories do belong to each of us in its own way. I too remember fondly my grandparents and I too am now one lol ! Fun read
Nice to see it from the grandparents perspective too. Too bad you have to get old to do it.
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