Was it really like this?
In Grandma's Day
Grandmother, on a winter's day, milked the cows and fed them hay.
Slopped the hogs, saddled the mule, and got the children off to school.
Did some washing, mopped the floors, washed the windows and did more chores.
Cooked a dish of home-dried fruit, pressed her husband's Sunday suit.
Swept the parlour, made the beds, baked a dozen loaves of bread.
Split some firewood and lugged it in, enough to fill the kitchen bin.
Cleaned the lamps and put in oil; stewed some apples she thought might spoil.
Cooked a supper that was delicious, and afterwards washed up the dishes.
Fed the cat and sprinked the clothes, mended a basketful of hose.
Then opened the organ and began to play
"When you come to the end of a perfect day"!
Grandmother, on a winter's day, milked the cows and fed them hay.
Slopped the hogs, saddled the mule, and got the children off to school.
Did some washing, mopped the floors, washed the windows and did more chores.
Cooked a dish of home-dried fruit, pressed her husband's Sunday suit.
Swept the parlour, made the beds, baked a dozen loaves of bread.
Split some firewood and lugged it in, enough to fill the kitchen bin.
Cleaned the lamps and put in oil; stewed some apples she thought might spoil.
Cooked a supper that was delicious, and afterwards washed up the dishes.
Fed the cat and sprinked the clothes, mended a basketful of hose.
Then opened the organ and began to play
"When you come to the end of a perfect day"!
3 Comments:
I love this verse! Sometimes I feel like my days are like this too :)
LOL, Flossy!
gawd, just reading this makes me tired! back to bed for me!
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