I am sharing with all of you an old poem, by an unknown author, that I read recently.
I remember the corned beef of my childhood, And the bread that we cut with a knife, When the children helped with the housework, And the men went to work not the wife.
The cheese never needed a fridge, And the bread was so crusty and hot, The children were seldom unhappy, And the wife was content with her lot.
I remember the milk from the bottle, With the yummy cream on the top, Our dinner came hot from the oven, And not from a freezer; or shop.
The kids were a lot more contented, They didn't need money for kicks, Just a game with their friends in the road, And sometimes the Saturday flicks.
I remember the shop on the corner, Where biscuits for pennies were sold Do you think I'm a bit too nostalgic? Or is it, I'm just getting Old?
Bathing was done in a wash tub, With plenty of rich foamy suds But the ironing seemed never ending As Mum pressed everyone's 'duds'.
I remember the slap on my backside, And the taste of soap if I swore. Anorexia and diets weren't heard of And we hadn't much choice what we wore.
Do you think that bruised our ego? Or our initiative was destroyed? We ate what was put on the table And I think life was better enjoyed.
Can we relate to the sentiments expressed in the above lines? While we cannot go back in time, we can cherish the values of days gone by. These are permanent values that strengthen life and build character.
---Fr. Joe SDB