 
My Childhood Memories |
Our lives were never easy as we were growing up.
My mom and dad worked hard in life for all the
things we had.
My mom made meals of what we had; we never did complain.
Sometimes our mustard sandwiches
tasted great with sugar cane.
Our neighbors were our family; we went from house to house
Living
by the Golden Rule and helping friends and neighbors out.
The elderly in our neighborhood never did
without,
For we kids would kindly do for them; we would always help them out.
All the kids would
gather to play in our backyard;
We would swing on our old swing set till the sun went slowly down.
The next day we would rise and shine and soon be on our way,
Sitting in our sand box underneath
the big old shade.
We made mud pies plenty then crushed them up, you see;
Then we'd make some more
real quickly! We were busy, as the bees.
Our little minds were busy but our parents had it hard,
But we never ever knew it as we played in our back yard.
My mom is gone; she passed away. I miss
her oh so much,
But in my heart she lives with me. I will never give her up.
My dad has married
someone else; he lives in our hometown.
He lives in our old house that had my toys thrown all around.
Sometimes I go back in that house, and all that I can see
Is my mom sitting by the phone holding me
upon her knee.
I will never forget her loving heart; she taught me right from wrong.
She was the
best friend I could have. I wish she were back home.
In loving memory of my mother Sarah,
I
miss her very much.
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Just A Stone |
My old home place where I lived
Has a special, memory for me.
One that I recall is very special
you will see.
It's just a big old stone, but it's precious as can be.
My mom had flowers planted
by the stone for all to see.
I picked those flowers daily for my mom with such glee.
I sat on that
old stone a lot and dreamed my childish dreams.
I would sit on that old stone underneath that big
old tree
While my dad was busy cleaning out the garbage and the weeds.
I would sit on that old
stone when I was mad and I would pout.
I would sit on that old stone when I was happy as can be.
That stone saw many days of playing with friends I had.
Now my dad is taking out the stone and
giving it away.
I feel my memories crashing down; I want that stone to stay.
It's just a stone
to someone else, but that is where I played.
That old stone that I sat upon and with it memories made.
Diane Huggins
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Welcome to Church World. This site was made by Betty Smith. This is our home Church Of Christ
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Lyrics to the Song
There's a dear and precious Book,
Though it's worn and faded now,
which
recalls those happy days of long ago,
When I stood at mother's knee,
With her hand upon my brow,
And I heard her voice in gentle tones and low.
refrain
Blessed Book, Precious Book,
On the
dear old tear stained leaves I love to look;
Thou art sweeter day by day, as I walk the narrow way
That leads at last to that bright home above.
As she read the stories o'er
Of those mighty
men of old,
Of Joseph and of Daniel and their trials,
Of little David bold,
Who became a king
at last,
Of Satan and his many wicked wiles.
refrain
Then she read of Jesus' love,
As
He blessed the children dear,
How He suffered, bled and died upon the tree;
Of His heavy load
of care,
Then she dried my many tears
With her kisses as she said it was for me.
refrain
Well those days are past and gone,
But their memories lingers still,
And the dear old Book each
day has been my guide,
And I seek to do His will,
As my mother taught me then,
An ever in my
heart His Words abide.
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