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 Šī¸ 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/
. . .
- 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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posted by Jim @ 9/11/2025 08:33:00 AM
11 comments
11 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.
I love the memories and way you have plunged us into the photo - it feels very cosy! Jae
Great memories, Jim, and good for grandma, making the men drink in the barn!
Such great memories in this poem, Jim! đđ
I enjoyed your memories of your grandpa and grandma. The ending made me smile. At least your grandma didn't have to look at it. Smiles. How interesting, Jim, that this is the house you were born in!
You've done such a good job establishing what each of them envisioned - their reality.
The picture shows MY grandma's house! She was not quite that strict, but she had her rights and grandpa wouldn't dream of infringing on them. I smiled a lot reading this poem.
What a lovely family anecdote you share with us, Jim đ I hope grandma joined in the fun!
It sounds like a great life together... hope Grandma enjoyed the bar in the barn in the end.
I love it! Your ending made me smile!
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