Aromas of the Forties

Sour
milk in summer,
damp clothes in the fall,
wollens lightly scented,with white
moth balls!
Copyright © | Year Posted 2008

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October 15, 2008 at 12:44 AM
Brian! You are so good at evoking feeling and creating a sense of scene, especially for an audience of my age who were born right at the end of the century (I'm only eighteen) and missed the whole thing. It's just like we're almost there. I quite simply adore your work.
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October 10, 2008 at 1:03 PM
I was born in '46, my wife in'47, baby boomers. I'd still like to go back and have all the inconveniences again. The apathy and lack of drive in what I see now makes the 40's and 50's so much more attractive. Vince
White Avatar
October 9, 2008 at 3:17 PM
I was not born until the 60's, but I do remember getting milk from the milkman, such memories, take care D-nyce
Richards Avatar
October 9, 2008 at 8:07 AM
Born in the forties, I could relate to all those things. Having the milkman deliver those bottles at our front door! Such different times then. Perfect little poem that took me back in time! ~Carrie
Winter Avatar
October 9, 2008 at 5:10 AM
Yes, I can relate too, though I was born in the 50's. Same nostalgic memories here. Well captured. Love, Shar
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October 9, 2008 at 3:27 AM
Oh, Brian! All of these things make my so sad to think about how simple life was back then. Perfect and brilliant cinqku. Glad to be back here, rweading your wonderful poetry. Love Kristin
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