CHILDHOOD MEMORIES

CHILDHOOD MEMORIES

by Gene Minix

When I think back on growing up
I have to stop and say
I'm truly rich I know.
They were wonderful days.

A childhood of happiness.
Memories I will always treasure.
A family where love was present.
These are things too great to measure.

Friends, therre were many
In that little red school.
And the teachers were "called" to teach
As a common rule.

We learned about life
Growing up on the farm.
And we ran and played without worry
That someone would harm.

We lay and watched the clouds
And we counted the stars at night.
We listened to the grownups spin yarns
And laughed with all our might.

Home made ice cream on the big porch.
O, what a summer delight.
And sitting close to the fireplace
On a cold winter's night.

The family all gathered around
That little 17 inch black and white T.V.
How we enjoyed Gunsmoke and Wagon Train
And Red Skelton made us laugh with glee.

And Saturday night after supper
I was happy as could be
To tune the little radio to The Grand Ole Opry
Up there in Nashville, Tennessee.

I'd listen to the country greats
And I'd pretend I was a star.
I'd write down the words they sang
And play and sing them on my little guitar.

I looked forward to Sunday mornings.
In my best clothes and polished shoes
I listened to the preacher preach
And in the Word I grew.

We followed Daddy and that old mule
As he plowed those long straight rows.
And listened to Mama sang Gospel hymns
As she sat there and sewed.

A childhood of happiness.
Memories I will always treasure.
A family where love was present.
These are things too great to measure.

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