Memories

Memories

I was born and raised on National dried Milk
My cot sheets were cotton and not black silk
Began my teething on a Farley’s rusk
Screaming all day from dawn until dusk
Sent bandy from Terry towel nappy
That red raw rash made me unhappy.

At four years old I was pushed off to school
For which I took umbrage – thought it so cruel!
But I settled down, played marbles and ‘Flick’
With cigarette cards I’d managed to nick
off my big brother whose old shirt I wore
With baggy short trousers that dragged on the floor.

A sprinkle of sugar on Mothers pride bread
When you came home from school kept you well fed,
We had re-cycling a long time before
There was a green bin placed outside our door
For nothing was wasted all was consumed
And if you didn’t like it -hunger soon loomed.

Mothers bread pudding was our staple diet
If stuff wasn’t fresh then Mum wouldn’t buy it
Chips with batterbits was Saturday lunch
For tea, mashed bananas bought by the bunch
While the radio spewed out the pools results and
Dad hoped to scoop the seventy five grand.

On a Friday night the breadman would call
The milkman, the coalman, Mum paid them all
The Corona man brought us all fizzy pop,
Half pints of orange juice filled to the top
Supplied by the milkman with sterilised milk
Slipped down thirsty throats smooth as silk!

Had two TV channels both black and white,
The Woodentops made us scream with delight
Our friends Bill and Ben were always about
When weed popped up we’d all bawl and shout,
George Formby on Sunday was always a must
And Old Mother Riley for laughs you could trust.

Rawhide and Wagon Train kept us all glued
To the telly at night – but mother was shrewd
A little slot meter was fixed onto the back
Gave us the shows till the screen went black
Just half of Cheyenne was all that you got
Because mum didn’t have a bob for the slot.

Luxembourg gave us the charts on the radio
We watched the six five special, Ready steady go,
Billy Fury, Adam Faith, Cliff Richard and more
Played from the Dansette on the bedroom floor,
Young Janice Nicholls said ‘Oi’ll give it five’
On ‘Thank your lucky stars’ coming on live.

Sliding down grass slopes on cardboard from the shop
Supping Dandelion and Burdock – such strange pop,
The Beano, The Beezer and the Dandy too,
The Buster the Topper had free gifts for you,
Bunty and Judy were what our sisters read
Stories of Four Marys, kept beneath the bed.

Looking back on my times, makes me so sad
But I loved every moment when I was a lad,
Becoming a fireman when I grew older
Then a Policeman and then a Soldier.
My innocence of childhood now long gone
But here in my head they will all live on.

About the author

eric1
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Hi, I am a grandfather of four beautiful Grandchildren, I have one son and three daughters, We lost Vickie to Cancer in December 2013, she was 23 years old, whoever said time heals haven't lost a child. My profile picture is of Vickie and I haven't changed it since she died, I have a wonderful loving wife without whom I would not have made it through. My escape is writing poetry, I have had five published to date, I now have two books published 'World War One In Verse' is available on Amazon books and 'Poetry From The Heart' is available on Amazon or Feed a Read, just enter the title and my name Eric Harvey.

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Judy Kibblewhite
24th Jun 2018
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So many happy memories you evoked in this poem for me I love it. I have recently just lost my son so I know as a parent just how you feel about the loss of your beautiful daughter ,so to remember happy times lifted my spirits. Thank you.
eric1
25th Jun 2018
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Oh Judy I really do feel for you, no parent should have to bury their own child, I sincerely hope you are coping ok, thank you for reading my words x
AnneS62
24th Jun 2018
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Lots of things in your poem reminded me of things from my childhood which was a very happy one. Now I am on my own so sometimes happy sometimes sad. No family. FRiends are very good too me. Keep doing your poems.
eric1
25th Jun 2018
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I find it so sad that someone in this day and age has no family to speak of, at least you have some good friends Anne and I hope I will be counted as one of them x
AnneS62
23rd Jun 2018
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Bring back the good old days with some mod cons. Technology has gone way over the top now.
eric1
23rd Jun 2018
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I totally agree AnneS62, it has also killed the art of conversation.
Mialou
23rd Jun 2018
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Great poem an being the youngest of 2 siblings still brought some happy childhood memories
eric1
23rd Jun 2018
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Thanks mialou I was smack bang in the middle of 11 siblings lol.
Pat Ball
23rd Jun 2018
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Beautiful poem Eric relate to it all xx
eric1
23rd Jun 2018
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Thank you so much Pat Ball x
Gwen45
23rd Jun 2018
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Wonderful poem Eric , happy times back then ! so very that you lost your daughter to a terrible disease !
eric1
23rd Jun 2018
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Thank you for the lovely comments Gwen, and thank you for remembering Vickie xx
Grannieanne
23rd Jun 2018
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Lovely poem which brought back many memories
eric1
23rd Jun 2018
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So glad I got it right grannieanne
SylviaJ7
23rd Jun 2018
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Can relate to a lot here, as I was born in the 50s but being female, marbles 'were for boys' a lovely poem x
eric1
23rd Jun 2018
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I was born 1952 Sylvia, many thanks for the lovely feedback.
Hazbeck48
23rd Jun 2018
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Brilliant memories, thank you Eric1
eric1
23rd Jun 2018
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Thank you for taking the time to read it Hazbeck, I do appreciate it
luscious
23rd Jun 2018
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Eric we've got to be same age because everything in your poem is spot on for me when i wss a lass, i loved it .
eric1
23rd Jun 2018
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I am 66 years young luscious lol
Valerieking
23rd Jun 2018
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Great Eric - like others have said brought back a lot of memories
eric1
23rd Jun 2018
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Thank you so much Valerieking x
WendyT26
23rd Jun 2018
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Thanks Eric, brought back all my childhood memories ,the good old days ! When you could go into town ,and you didn't feel like a foreigner in your own town .
eric1
23rd Jun 2018
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Thank you so much Wendy, so glad you could relate to it
Kes
23rd Jun 2018
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Brilliant Poem Eric. Much of my childhood covered there. I’d forgotten about the Four Marys Which I loved. Thanks for the glimpse of the past.
Yodama
19th Jun 2018
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Aaaaah! such nostalgia Eric, lovely poem. Jogs a few memories and makes me smile.
eric1
19th Jun 2018
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Hi Yodama, many thanks for taking thetime to read it, and for the lovely comments x
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What wonderful memories that I am sure will resonate with our community 🙂
eric1
14th Jun 2018
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Thank you so much for showing it.

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