The Good Ole Days
My Grandchildren Gather Round
And hear about the days of old
For once I am gone
Its a story never again to be told
Its back in a time ... My time
When I was but a tyke just like you
And penny candy was only a penny
A movie and popcorn was just a quarter or two
Playing meant sunshine and fresh air
Catching fire flies in a jar
Playing kick ball with friends
And believing in a lucky falling star
The 4th of July parade
Going to the county fair
Eating French fries with vinegar
And popping bubbles in the air
Sunday's at Grandma's
With chicken and all the fix'ns
Homemade pies for desert
It was all finger lick'n
Take'n a bath in a wash tub
For there was no plumbing
Just a hand pump on the porch
One jerk and water was a come'n
We didn't have x-box or ipod
Felt lucky to have one TV
And a plastic film of blue red and green
Which made it color for us to see
What I have lived you never will
But that is God's Way
For you will have your stories
For your grandchildren one day
So for now as this story ends
Before my memories become but a haze
I wanted to share with each of you
Some of My Good Ole Days
Dedicated to six of the most awesome
Grandchildren God ever saw fit to bless
One woman's life with.
Ashley, Desiree, Brittany
Nicholas, Sydney and Nichole
Love you more
ღ Nana ღ
Original By
Donna DeLong Matthews
January 2008
© 2008 Donna DeLong Matthews
(All rights reserved)
Reba McEntire
Grandpa
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