Time just simply had gotten away from me and suddenly I realized that it has been months since my last posting to this blog. I’ve been working very hard on a new book which is getting close to completion, but we’ve still got cover design work to complete, so it’s liable to be several more months before we’re ready to send it to the printer.
Add in frequent visits to various doctors, both Sweetie’s and mine, the holidays, tax time and suddenly you begin to realize that the weeks have turned into months.
Anyway, I’m posting again, but it will probably be less frequently than when we first started this blog. I don’t have as much to say these days as I did in days past.
THE GOOD OLD DAYS
©By: Richard L. King
From the book Memories & Time
Memories from the past, rarely dead and gone,
just keep comin back, in words of country songs.
lots of those memories, truly weren’t that great,
some things from those days, he didn’t really appreciate.
Yes, some of the more fond memories, he misses a lot,
but that old two hole crapper, ain’t a fond one he’s got.
Then the Sears catalog, served its most valued purpose,
though not the glossy pages, they were next to worthless.
We couldn’t afford to buy, the things we saw in its pages
cause other bills ate up most of our “Old Man’s” wages.
He don’t miss that old well, where they pumped their water
or the electric heater they used, to make the water hotter.
He don’t miss the galvanized tub, where they took their baths,
six of them, but only one tub, you can do the math.
He don’t miss cuttin wood, nor the splittin of it either,
don’t miss carryin it in, guess he never caught that fever.
He don’t miss killin chickens, to put food on the table,
or pickin their stinkin feathers, soon as he was able.
He don’t miss hand me downs, coats two sizes too big,
or that old home brew, but he’d sure like one more swig.
He don’t miss hayin season, pants with the knees all worn
and he don’t miss mendin the fence nor the shockin of corn.
He don’t miss sloppin the hogs, certainly not diggin taters,
don’t miss pickin pickles, or cannin all those tamaters.
His memories of the old days, are really very chancy,
much about those days, never really caught his fancy.
Gramps use’ta say
“It’s a proven fact,
you learn much faster
with your mouth shut.”
1 thought on “Am I the only one….. who gets melancholy about the old days from time to time?”
On Wed, Feb 19, 2020, 11:50 AM Am I The Only One wrote:
> dickking44 posted: “Today, I’d like to start off by apologizing for the > length of time that has passed since I last posted anything to this blog. > Time just got away from me and suddenly I realized that it had been months > since my last posting. I’ve been working very hard” >