Grandma's house
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I remember my Grandma H
When she married her mother's word
You are boss of the house, who comes,
and who goes and all that's within
He is boss of the barn and more
All the animals and the wilds
The garden you will have a spot
Flowers and tasty vegetables
He will help harvesting your crop
And plowing the soil for next year
Pulling and hoeing weeds that grow
. . . All seemed to be going so well
Then after fifty years married
They celebrated open house
Invited friends from miles away
Grandpa installed a bar for friends
Grandma saw the bar and winced
Grandpa's friends came, bar in the barn.
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- Photo and Poem Copyright ©️ jimmiehov 2025 All Rights Reserved
- I am linked with "What's Going on " at https://newwhatsgoingon.blogspot.com/?m=1 -- This poem is posted for "Lady's Rights Day", Go there to read others about rifts.
- I am also linked with Sanaa at dVerse open house, https://dversepoets.com/2025/09/11/open-link-night-391-with-live-edition/
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- Notes:
a. this is true and my grandfather did have to move his bar to the barn, his friends did meet down in the barn for drinks
b. I was born in this house.
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2 Comments:
This made me smile, Jim. My grandma was the same way. I'll bet the men loved meeting in the barn away from the womenfolk. In the Maritimes, men have what they call "she sheds", a shed out back where they go to escape the wives. LOL.
Ha! The last line caught me by surprise.
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