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Golden days of old
when times were hard,
Yet, families did things together.
a ghostly story on the radio to make you scared.
Or maybe if you had a piano
a sing song was heard,
No television in those days
Families talked, today that sounds absurd

Golden days were tinged with sadness
When a person dies much too young.
Medicine wasn't at its height
the young children weren't strong.
Food was not a plenty
yet was organic, as you see
no money to buy pesticides,
so pure fruit and veg for tea.

Card games were the norm
Whist and rummy comes to mind.
Snap for the children to play.
Match sticks for money was used you will find.
No fruit drinks for the children on this day
tap water was what they will have
Adams ale was what it was called
sounded better to the naive.

A bottle of beer for father,
Mam had a cup of tea.
Gran lived with us also
So was a happy family life for me.
As you grow up you remember
the best thing in life  were free.
Those happy days were not full of strife
Just wish your family are as happy
As in the golden days of your life.


Penned April 1st. 2015

Tales of her young life as told over the years by my late mamgu (grandmother).
Hope I related them correctly.

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