Hi, Gee, how things have changed throughout the years. I just can't imagine doing things that I've done while I was married and raising children. Like working as a mail carrier, being a waitress, bowling in a league, bingo, casinos, or even driving a car. My mom was a homebody, and she never worked outside the house. But with 10 kids to take care of, and keeping house, she was always busy. She always made bread, cheese, and cooked big meals for us. My dad always had a big garden, and she canned everything she could. She also made a lot of our clothes. I sewed for mine when they were small, and I baked bread once in a while. But I did a lot outside the home, too. The modern woman works outside the home, mostly because everything is more expensive and it usually takes two paychecks to make a decent living. And wth modern appliances that cut our work in half, we have more time to do other things that we like to do, instead of spending all that time and energy working at home. I enjoy playing Bingo, but since my second knee replacement I can't bowl anymore, so I have to have some kind of recreation. My gem... Did you know about the golfer who always took two pairs of pants with him when he played in case he got a hole in one? Since out little ones are playing baseball again, I'm running my poem, "He's Just a Little Boy (Or Girl). HE'S JUST A LITTLE BOY (OR GIRL) He/She stands at the plate with his/her heart pounding fast; The bases are loaded, the die has been cast. Mom and Dad cannot help him/her; he/she stands all alone. A hit at this moment would send the team home. The ball nears the plate; he/she swings and misses. There's a groan from the crowd, With some boos and some hisses. A thoughtless voice cries, "Strike out the bum!" Tears fill his/her eyes; the game's no longer fun. Remember - he's/she's just a little boy or girl who stands all alone. Sop open your heart and give him/her a break. For it's moments like this a man or woman you can make. Keep this in mind when you hear someone forget; He's/she's just a little boy or girl, and not a man or woman yet.
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Hi, Gee, how things have changed throughout the years. I just can't imagine doing things that I've done while I was married and raising children. Like working as a mail carrier, being a waitress, bowling in a league, bingo, casinos, or even driving a car. My mom was a homebody, and she never worked outside the house. But with 10 kids to take care of, and keeping house, she was always busy. She always made bread, cheese, and cooked big meals for us. My dad always had a big garden, and she canned everything she could. She also made a lot of our clothes. I sewed for mine when they were small, and I baked bread once in a while. But I did a lot outside the home, too. The modern woman works outside the home, mostly because everything is more expensive and it usually takes two paychecks to make a decent living. And wth modern appliances that cut our work in half, we have more time to do other things that we like to do, instead of spending all that time and energy working at home. I enjoy playing Bingo, but since my second knee replacement I can't bowl anymore, so I have to have some kind of recreation. My gem... Did you know about the golfer who always took two pairs of pants with him when he played in case he got a hole in one? Since out little ones are playing baseball again, I'm running my poem, "He's Just a Little Boy (Or Girl). HE'S JUST A LITTLE BOY (OR GIRL) He/She stands at the plate with his/her heart pounding fast; The bases are loaded, the die has been cast. Mom and Dad cannot help him/her; he/she stands all alone. A hit at this moment would send the team home. The ball nears the plate; he/she swings and misses. There's a groan from the crowd, With some boos and some hisses. A thoughtless voice cries, "Strike out the bum!" Tears fill his/her eyes; the game's no longer fun. Remember - he's/she's just a little boy or girl who stands all alone. Sop open your heart and give him/her a break. For it's moments like this a man or woman you can make. Keep this in mind when you hear someone forget; He's/she's just a little boy or girl, and not a man or woman yet.
