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| LOVE TO REMEMBER |
| Familiar pictures in my memory Of growing up on a farm you see. The old barn down from the house Was alway busy as a little mouse. ~ ~ ~ In tobacco curing days, it was packed With cured sticks to be graded and stacked. Then we'd pick up a bunch, pack the stems, And wrap them in a leaf, tidy and trim. ~ ~ ~ Those days were long, and after supper To the pack house again to finish up. Then take down from the loft, So next days work would be ready to take off ~ ~ ~ The tobacco was always looped with string On sticks that were placed on this thing. It was called a horse, made of wood, I remember well cuts from breaking strings. |
| Me and little brother were always first to retire So off to the house to bath and get clean attire. Every day after school, same routine But sometimes I'd be left to get the kitchen clean. ~ ~ ~ Saturday was the best day for Jr. and I Mr. Willie who owned the farm, would arrive With his horse and buggy to scout out the land. And when he brought us back, a silver dollar He would place in our hand. ~ ~ ~ Well the old barn is long gone, The house has been torn down. Beautiful ritzy homes are there now. On the yard that use to house a cow. ~ ~ ~ We had chickens, rabbits, a cow for milk, Mama use to make pudding as smooth as silk. The rabbits and chickens served their purpose too, For eggs and meat for a stew. ~ ~ ~ That was a long time ago, but I love to remember, We worked hard growing up, especially in August and September The money earned was used to get our school needs, If any was left over it was used to buy feed. ~ ~ ~ So there you have the story of the barn, Down in Pitt county on the farm, Time has slipped away, and those days are gone, But I will always remember when we called it home. ~ ~ ~ Written by Shirley Barr September 12, 2004 |
