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MEMORIES OF THE PAST


All my friends in VP (Virtual Places Chat)
know me as LadyWolf50.......
My real name is Myra...
sit back and relax.....
I want to take you back to,
hopefully, some of your fondest memories
(or at least some of the fondest tales
told by your parents and grandparents).

The picture above is a representation
of two poems you will find on
my "Poetry By Bill" page,
Front Porch Memories and The Red Oak Tree.

A picture of the covered bridge
is one of only three left in Georgia.
This one is near where I live,
in the southwest corner of our state.

Here is a picture of raw cotton.
I'm sure you remember picking
or at least hearing about this.
These were very simple but good times.
There was no fancy farm machinery.
Everything was done by hand,
even the planting and picking of cotton.
With all this work by hand,
there was still time to visit
and to get to know your neighbor.

Life here in southwest Georgia was really
not much different than most other places.
In the Summertime, for enjoyment,
with no swimming pools in the back yards,
we would go to the nearest creek for cooling off.
This always meant a picnic was in store.
There was always watermelon taken along
as a special treat.

I remember so well the little country church
where we went. This church is where our Sundays
were spent with friends and family,
and enough food spread fit for a king.
It was a Primative Baptist Church,
the meetings were held once a month,
but it was always a joy to be there.
There were no musical instruments,
only the singing voices of the congregation.
This little church is still standing,
but not many people go there anymore.

Then there was always the gatherings,
usually at our house with friends and family,
for a Saturday night get together.
There were several locals, who were musically inclined.
They really knew how to liven up any get together
with their pickin and grinnin. Mama never allowed
any liquor drinking around us kids.
She said that it just wasn't proper.
If the men wanted to drink,
they would have to go outside.
Then they weren't allowed back in the house.

Yes, these were simple but good times,
and I wouldn't trade one memory or
moment of it for all the world.
But really, were these the hard times
or are the hard times upon us now?

Leaf Leaf

Leaf POETRY Leaf


This poem was written by my brother, Bill
A Very special Thank you and HUGS.

Leaf The COTTON FIELD

LeafLeaf

I hope you have enjoyed your visit here.
If you did, please E-mail me
and let me know. I will try to respond
to each and every one.

Please remember your heritage and
teach them to your children.
Don't let the past die completely.
Smile and be happy.

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