Thursday, September 11, 2025

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:

At Thursday, September 11, 2025 10:08:00 AM, Blogger Sherry Blue Sky said...

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.

 
At Thursday, September 11, 2025 8:10:00 PM, Blogger J Cosmo Newbery said...

Ha! The last line caught me by surprise.

 

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