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Especially after lights-out and before sleep, the consciousness wanders through the gardens of our experiences, and if we're lucky, the ones that are not too embarrassing!
Your poem made me think of this.
posted by
Ciel
on April 30, 2026 at 8:14 AM
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Re: BearcatMike
Yes, in a way, we were innocent, playing the gramophone blacking our windows at night playing solitaire by the light of the Aladdin lamp and listening. Cheers.
posted by
C_C_T
on April 29, 2026 at 11:43 AM
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Re: SAm
Well Sam what about the big bloomers women wore. A man told me once that he pinchedย
a pair off of a clothes line and his mate climbed into one leg and he in the other, then they ran down the street laughing.๐บ
posted by
C_C_T
on April 29, 2026 at 11:35 AM
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Re: Kabu
In a way it was a good age when you were born . It is turning around again once the young girls only had to get pregnant and then they had a Council house and a grant. Now a lot of children stay at home, house prices out of reach./๐บ๐บ
posted by
C_C_T
on April 29, 2026 at 11:30 AM
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Re: S G.
It was something to write about I did have OCD once and it was worrying to see oddments on the road. Years later I discovered the reason. So many things in early childhood.๐บ
posted by
C_C_T
on April 29, 2026 at 11:20 AM
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Re: S G.
It was something to write about I did have OCD once and it was worrying to see oddments on the road. Years later I discovered the reason. So many things in early childhood.๐บ
posted by
C_C_T
on April 29, 2026 at 11:20 AM
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Re:
Sherri yes we had trains passing once and it was a real stupid idea to close the track down.๐ฆ
posted by
C_C_T
on April 29, 2026 at 11:15 AM
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It's funny how a garment such as long johns can bring back so many memories. Your uncle Jim was a hard worker if his career choice was the railroad. My great great maternal grandfather retired with the railroad in Maryland. I enjoy hearing the stories that he passed down about the strange things he had witnessed along the railroad tracks. ๐
posted by
Sherri_G
on April 29, 2026 at 8:47 AM
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I love the reflective tenor of this poem. It is whimsical and yet heartfelt. Kudos to you! ๐น๐
posted by
Sea_Gypsy
on April 28, 2026 at 9:17 PM
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The older I get i believe the more i look and think about the past, certainly back before mum and dad died in the early nineties. She was born in 1909,he was born in 1911. She was two and a half years older than him and she was 36 when I was born. They couldn't get married until after the Great depression.
posted by
Kabu
on April 28, 2026 at 3:43 PM
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Rations of snook! At least it was nourishing. I prefer white fish, lol. This poem felt like a piece of oral lore the way it is composed. I love poems like that seem to be telling the tale of years gone by and the fondness for them. Long johns was hilarious. I hadn't thought about them in years!ย
posted by
sam444
on April 28, 2026 at 12:46 PM
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It is difficult to look at the present without looking at the past. Much of the present is the result of the past. I like the funny way you talk about the past. The reference to long johns was so very visual and effective.
posted by
BearcatMike
on April 28, 2026 at 11:27 AM
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ha
posted by
C_C_T
on April 28, 2026 at 11:10 AM
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