John C. McCornack
Yukon, Oklahoma

Those By-gone Days Doesn’t it make you sad To see old abandoned homes? Where once a family lived And the animals casually roamed? They were the heart of our country What made our world go ‘round And now these farms are silent You can’t hear a single sound Fields that once were carefully Gown to be the perfect feed For cattle raised to perfection Now there is no need The home may still be standing A refuge for mice and such But if you entered broken doors All you would hear is a hush The barns were filled as well Baby calves nestled in The hay by their mothers Now it’s so sad and so grim Ah yes, time does move on As though it were only a faze But it’s important to remember Those wonderful by-gone days! Marilyn Lott © 2008 - 12

6 million housewives Can't be wrong Who keep Their husbands Right along in Burma-Shave Burma-Shave 1955

Great pictures, as usual, love your new background, and also, the Burma Shave sayings, I remember them so well, driving to my grammas was so boring to me as a child, and those were what brightened the trip. ...... P

Grandpa's Home Many years ago when I was little We use to go out for a Sunday drive My daddy always stopped to see my Grandpa And I would get to see the honey bees in hives They would swarm around the lilacs and get nectar They would fly back to their hives to work awhile I would always have to watch them from the distance But it gave me precious memories as a child Precious memories of Grandma at her washboard And the cast iron tub she had astride the fire It was fascinating to watch her do the laundry I could watch her doing laundry by the hour. Grandpa carried water from the well-house Carried bucket after bucket to be warmed Yes, they worked the many chores they had together I learned love and patience on my grandpa's farm Grandma made some ice tea and we would gather Out behind the farmhouse 'neath the shaded trees Grandpa'd tell about the way the crops were growing As I sat there with Ole Shep there in the breeze When I travel yet today and pass a farmhouse With it's boarded windows and two-stories high It can bring back precious memories of my childhood And sometimes it brings a teardrop from my eyes ImAuthor4U

When the government wanted to thin the dairy herds, there were a lot of empty barns and milking parlors here in Indiana. The small farmer who loved to raise his crops has been replaced by huge conglomerates and machinery -- and the farmhouses that once housed proud families, the backbone of the country, lie derelict and abandoned. The echoes of laughter and tears in those homes could tell stories of the joy of winning a blue ribbon at a state fair or the sorrow when a sudden hail storm destroys tender seedlings. It is a bygone era, but one I can remember with pride. Sorry if I'm spouting off this morning -- but your photographs brought back many memories today. ... B

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Retrop, Oklahoma

Barn near Sentinel