Dodie's Dream World - Complete Chaos! xxx
Sun, 12 Jul 2009
Looking Back over fifty years with sadness in my eyes at the changes that have happened.|
the Dolben Arms it was our local in Bontnewydd
I remember the winter
of long, long ago,
with ice on the windows,
deep, crispy snow.
The crunch of our feet as we
went off to school,
Testing the ice on the river
That strange, silent stillness that
surrounded the place,
With the feel of the
snowflakes that fell on our face.
Remember the smell of wet clothing,
that hung on the pegs,
The itch of the
chilblains, the burn of chapped legs.
milk was frozen, pushed out at the top,
a grumbling with buckets and mops.
Rows of wet
gloves on the fire-guard all day,
The whoops of
delight when allowed out to play.
of the sledge as it slid down the hill,
laughter that followed the inevitable
Snowballs that soaked me, when thrown by
as we trudged our way home when it came
to days end.
Our warm, secure cottage, roaring
fire, hot tea,
Warm bread and dripping, my dad,
sisters and me.
Written by Mrs Kathleen Farr,
have just been going through my files and in
amongst them I found a
Christmas card from my sister Kath. It was one she
had made herself a
year ago on the PC. Inside she had wrote a
beautiful verse which
related to our childhood for we were bought up in a
tiny village in the
middle of a mountain, with a steep hill to come
down into the valley
from every direction, it was a very beautiful
childhood. So do enjoy this wee verse my sister
Kath wrote for us. Diddily
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