laurie1
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Re:Simpler Place - 2008/11/22 20:44
Doug72 wrote:
tell me of a simple place
where kindness gently persists
time of tradition and wholesomeness
hat boxes and cinnamon twists
tell me of a place of life
where joyful wonderment flows
town of homes and parks and swings
and lines to hang out clothes
show to me that grace still dwells
that hearts still always know
let's cover the picket fence again
with paint, white as fresh snow
Doug, Great poem. I still have the hats and hatboxes that belonged to Nan, my grandmother. In Memphis we had sidewalks on our block. Mom hung out clothes on the clothesline in our backyard. There was a playground at a school (St. Michael's) only three blocks away. We sold Koolaid up at the corner of our street. We went trick-or-treating and could walk five blocks to the neighborhood stores (Highpoint) without our parents. The stores were in a little strip mall but they weren't called that back then. They were on a road named Highpoint Terrace and near there is an intersecting street named Rosedale. Where I live now is off Highpoint Rd. in Snellville with an intersecting street called Rosedale Rd.
Nan had a white picket fence.
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I feel the same way. I think back when I was young and how people had the time to sit on their porches and just visit and relax. Everything was simple then. We then grow up and everything changes. Life in the fast lane. Where did all the years go? It is people like you Laurie that makes us remember a better time. Happy Birthday
