Back over the years as I recall ~
In the Town of Caribou, Maine,
We were "little kids" and on Saturday
nite,
Having a bath was a game.
Mom would bring out the tub.
It was tin, I remember, and rusty
around the top;
But we could climb in to have a
swim ~
While the water was "nice and hot".
What fun it was in those
"good old
days."
I think I was number "four",
But we laughed and splashed
And made such a mess!!
With water all over the floor.
My mom would laugh, but sometimes
she would scold if we carried
Our fun too far:
But still she was kind, most of the
time ~
We were done when the weather got cold.
It was fun I recall, when I think
back ~
and we lived on a potato farm;
We didn't have much ~ but
"plenty of
love" ~
Well protected from any harm.
It was rough in the winter; I
remember the cold ~
But, of course we all loved the snow
We could harness Old Maude,
the old mare
And she would take us wherever we'd go.
My dad ~ I remember he worked so
hard
and carried our water in from
the yard ~
He split the wood, all covered with
snow ~
But we carried it in, then to school we'd go.
He would cut the ice to haul from
the river
How well I remember. We'd
"shake and shiver".
The winters were cold and they were
so long!
But our evenings were spent in "laughter
and song"
The wind would howl and the gusts of snow
Were so heavy and thick
Hard to see where to go,
I loved it all ~ I'll never forget ~
It's a memory I truly love.
But most of all, as I recall,
Is our bath in the "old tin tub!"
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