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LESS FASHION Wish I could have been there, in grandpa's less fashionable days. Hearing him speak of the 'Charm-in' spite of our more modern ways. All men carved his own living, preoccupied, but each paid his dues. One of life's greatest beauties, was lack of daily 'tragic frontpage news'. Horsepower was very simple then, a pail of water and bucket of oats. Only a carved handmade paddle, powered canoes and 'motorless boats'. No such thing as a 'firelane' to split though a stand of giant pines. Nor were virgin timbers divided, by modern gas or long 'powerlines'. Unused pinecones and corncobs strewn along the narrow path 'outback'. Dropped randomly as one scurried to that one-room, 'two-holed' shack. 'Mailorder catalogs' preceeded tissuepaper as a daily morning 'norm'. Convenience hadn't "figgered-yet" how to keep those two seats warm. A snowplow was a single shovel, that pushed at the deep fleecy snow. Times were tough, but still charming, in those days of his, so long ago. I felt the charm of his reminiscence, as he often despised our modern ways. Often I wish I could've lived too, back in grandpa's less fashioned days. |
Additional Notes:
This poem was written in my reminiscene to my grandfather who never had a formal educataion and never learned to read and write until after his retirement years from the constuction business. Grandpa always said what was on his mind, and he was always 'figgering out a way' to do something better. Since it always worked so well for him back then, I 'figgered' it would work for me here today.....
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