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Generation Gap

In my time, children were seen but not heard. Just had butter... to put on our bread. Sixpence on Saturday If we had done our chores. To go out dancing, borrowed the clothes. Never spoke back... would get a slap. Two to a bed. Toilet in shed. Mass on Sunday. Weekdays too month of November. Snow in our shoes. Family rosary. On knees each night. A good scolding if we started a fight. Tough times. Tough love. Not easy to adjust. To being a mother in this modern age. Love never changes. Stays the same.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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Date: 11/12/2015 3:42:00 PM
So much truth. Kids these days don't realize how well they have it. :)
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Jean Murray
Date: 11/12/2015 4:36:00 PM
I wrote this for my 25 year old daughter, after she complained I had not given her a birthday present. She was boogieing on down at Glastonbury that day for God's sake!!

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