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I Remember . . . |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana 
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I remember Scooter my first dog she only had three-legs she gnawed one of her hind legs off to escape from a mink trap she walked into I remember Betsy our old jersey milk cow can’t recall how that milk tasted though I remember calamine lotion and Vick’s Salve rubbed on my chest at bedtime what they called horse liniment if I got the itch stood me naked in a No. 10 washtub pour the whole bottle over my head letting it cascade down my body it hurt stung so bad worked though to the best of my ability to recall remember playing with Charles made a hideout Libby wanted to join we said she could if she’d show us something she did she showed us something quite a lot playing cowboys and Injuns with BB Guns almost put one of Charles’ eye out remember the smell of washed clothes drying outside on the clothesline dogs filled my life until I left home Inky and Blondie Shep and like the song said he was my pal had rubber army men with bazookas fought the Nazi’s and Japs even as real battles were taking place over there taking the radio to bed with me covering up under a blanket to listen to Boston Blackie The Green Hornet, Baby Snooks and Amos and Andy ahhh . . . the three R’s were taught in school we were pupils not students we were free to play in the street I recall good times even though the bad sneaks in I shan’t (love that word) tell of those bad times here ©May 22, 2014 / Jerry Pat Bolton ~*~ Less depends on the size of the dog in a fight than the size of the fight in the dog. ~*~ [This message has been edited by JerryPat2 (05-22-2014 06:36 PM).] |
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EmmaRose Senior Member
since 2011-03-02
Posts 1376Midwest |
bittersweet memories, a mix of happy and sad, but yours to own and remember as best as only you can write of |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Thank you Emma. Sometimes the childhood, carefree days just overwhelm me and I just have to let it out. God knows I write about the bad times enough. ~*~ Less depends on the size of the dog in a fight than the size of the fight in the dog. ~*~ |
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Redstart Senior Member
since 2014-05-16
Posts 535 |
Wonderfully nostalgic. I can relate so strongly to your poem. Times were much simpler before the great technological advance; our greatest treasures were not counted in cash. At our core, however old we are, we are still the boy within, and we'll never lose the warmth of such memories. |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
What a charming piece of antiquity! LOL! Just kidding my friend. It is wonderful to hear about happy times. Lori  |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
So true, Redstart, the glow of innocence is forever fresh. ~*~ The poor wish to be rich, the rich wish to be happy, the single wish to be married, and the married wish to be dead. ~*~ |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Antiquity feels good to me at certain times, Lori, it gives me a familiar and happy glow when I can reach way back to the "olden" days and feel wonderful within my innocence. Thank you for your read and comment. ~*~ The poor wish to be rich, the rich wish to be happy, the single wish to be married, and the married wish to be dead. ~*~ |
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