Older Than Dirt! Poem by Marilyn Lott

You know, it’s quite amazing
How different generations are
I heard stories from my grandma
They didn’t always have a car

My parents had a car though
Only one in which to drive
Dad of course took it to work
But somehow we survived

The radio was so important
Heard country music that was so sad
I asked my mom about loving country
And she said that’s all they had

No TV till I was twelve
And for channels maybe three
I even watched the test pattern
Didn’t take much to entertain me

We didn’t have fast food places
Mom cooked every thing from scratch
My parents always grew a garden
Ate eggs from chickens we watched hatch

We always went to Sunday service
Following our weekly Sunday school
We were taught to have good manners
And to abide by the Golden Rule

We never talked back to our parents
We were always taught to mind
The switch from the nearest willow tree
Somehow kept us right in line

I think the stories from the past
Should be told, it wouldn’t hurt
‘Cause if you had a childhood like mine
Then you’re no doubt older than dirt!