Eternally in My Heart

Eternally in My Heart
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Sunday, July 7, 2013

Vintage Weekly # 68: Apartment House in 1946

Once upon a time,
in the days of post-war time,
few homes to be had.

My momma shared this with me:
Daddy would get up at 4 a.m.
to line up with others
looking for a home to rent.
There were few
because of the military
returning back to the states.
When we lived here, I don't remember
recognizing what a poor
abode this was
(
I never heard my momma complain.)
because 

it was filled with the love
of our family. 
As you can see on my face,
I was not unhappy.
 
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5 comments:

Karen said...

A very happy girl indeed. I didn't realise how poor we were either when I was a child. I remember love and happy times!

Judy said...

I don't think kids realize they are poor when their family is happy!!

GB said...

Poverty is a relative concept. A friend has a toast "Whilst we have food on our plate, wine in our glass and friends to share it with then we are rich." The United Nations Food and Agriculture Organization estimates that nearly 870 million people, or one in eight people in the world, were suffering from chronic undernourishment in 2010-2012. We are rich.

Scriptor Senex said...

What a lovely post. I agree with Judy.

Jane said...

Nice shot!