Homework July 2023 'Graddma's Place'
Posted: Wed Jul 05, 2023 5:20 pm
This is a little earlier than the prompts – showing my age, I guess.
Grandma’s Place
Through the cloudy fog of memory, to days of long before,
Grandma’s house there with its smoking chimney, welcoming once more.
While exuding warmth and friendliness to all who entered there,
as it seemed to wrap itself around us, in her loving care.
I can see it now the way it was, in all its old-world charm,
with its Kero lamps for lighting, on their tiny country farm.
And the old wood stove that warmed the kitchen where we used to sit,
eating Grandma’s cakes and biscuits, soaking up the warmth of it!
You could see the old flat irons; she would warm upon the stove
and the wood box in the corner of the nearby small alcove.
While the sense of childhood magic then was aways felt there too,
as the heady scent of spices from the pantry drifted through.
Then the sweet intoxicating smell of fresh baked bread each morn,
though it’s hard to now imagine, but such things back then the norm.
It was spread with homemade butter and with heaps of Cockies Joy,
that was sure to bring a happy smile to every girl and boy.
In the sitting room a wireless, used, to hear the news each day
and an old-style windup gramophone with records there to play.
Also grandma’s writing desk with pens plus nibs and bottled ink,
sheets of blotting paper, envelopes, in shades of blue and pink.
Every week a truck would stop here bringing groceries and mail
and an old steam train would puff on by – you’d hear its mournful wail.
With the town so far away, a garden helped supply their food,
plus a cow for milk and chooks for eggs helped feed her hungry brood.
Now I wonder, are such things remembered - are they even missed,
sadly, most are long forgotten, or no longer now exist?
So at last the daydream ends, with childhood flash backs fading fast
and those memories of yesteryear, returned, back to the past.
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©T.E. Piggott
*Flat irons were used in the old days before people had electricity.
They would have 2 or three heating on the stove and you would clip a handle on one and iron with it. When it cooled, you’d put it back on the stove and get a hot one of it.
* Cockies Joy was golden syrup or treacle – I’m sure you all knew that!
Grandma’s Place
Through the cloudy fog of memory, to days of long before,
Grandma’s house there with its smoking chimney, welcoming once more.
While exuding warmth and friendliness to all who entered there,
as it seemed to wrap itself around us, in her loving care.
I can see it now the way it was, in all its old-world charm,
with its Kero lamps for lighting, on their tiny country farm.
And the old wood stove that warmed the kitchen where we used to sit,
eating Grandma’s cakes and biscuits, soaking up the warmth of it!
You could see the old flat irons; she would warm upon the stove
and the wood box in the corner of the nearby small alcove.
While the sense of childhood magic then was aways felt there too,
as the heady scent of spices from the pantry drifted through.
Then the sweet intoxicating smell of fresh baked bread each morn,
though it’s hard to now imagine, but such things back then the norm.
It was spread with homemade butter and with heaps of Cockies Joy,
that was sure to bring a happy smile to every girl and boy.
In the sitting room a wireless, used, to hear the news each day
and an old-style windup gramophone with records there to play.
Also grandma’s writing desk with pens plus nibs and bottled ink,
sheets of blotting paper, envelopes, in shades of blue and pink.
Every week a truck would stop here bringing groceries and mail
and an old steam train would puff on by – you’d hear its mournful wail.
With the town so far away, a garden helped supply their food,
plus a cow for milk and chooks for eggs helped feed her hungry brood.
Now I wonder, are such things remembered - are they even missed,
sadly, most are long forgotten, or no longer now exist?
So at last the daydream ends, with childhood flash backs fading fast
and those memories of yesteryear, returned, back to the past.
--------------
©T.E. Piggott
*Flat irons were used in the old days before people had electricity.
They would have 2 or three heating on the stove and you would clip a handle on one and iron with it. When it cooled, you’d put it back on the stove and get a hot one of it.
* Cockies Joy was golden syrup or treacle – I’m sure you all knew that!