By Bessie Grimes:
ln days of yore, in times gone by,
We never stopped to wonder why
We did our work a certain way
Or why some tasks just took all day.
Doing laundry was quite a chore;
Lugging the clothes out through the door;
Hanging them out upon the line
ln any weather, rain or shine.
Making dinner could take all day,
Slicing and dicing food the way
Best suited for the choicest dish;
Soups, stews, sauces and meat and fish.
The tastes and smells of yesteryear;
Somehow they sort of linger near.
Just the thought of a fresh-baked pie
Can make a person wonder why
We think of food the way we do
ln this the age of never do;
When meals are very quickly found
But taste of nothing, flat or round.
Much food is seasoned just the same.
You never know from where it came.
But yesteryear you knew for sure
Your food was good and safe and pure.
Bessie,
I love that poem…In Days of Yore. Well said!
It reminds of my of days on the farm.
Thank you for sending my name in to Muskoka Senior Magazine
Best regards
~Doris Villemaire~
All through the years, we have spent most Thanksgivings and Christmas’s together as a family. My Mom died this year…the glue. We will all be over the map this year. Still going to cook a Thanksgiving dinner but for a few less people. My love to my family up north (Muskoka), Alberta, Mexico and Ontario.