This poem put a cheesy grin on my face immediately! I think many of you might identify with it, as well.
DO YOU REMEMBER THE CLOTHESLINE? A clothesline was a news forecast To neighbors passing by. There were no secrets you could keep When clothes were hung to dry. It also was a friendly link, For neighbors always knew If company had stopped on by To spend a night or two. For then you'd see the fancy sheets And towels upon the line; You'd see the company tablecloths With intricate design. The line announced a baby's birth To folks who lived inside, As brand new infant clothes were hung So carefully with pride. The ages of the children could So readily be known By watching how the sizes changed, You'd know how much they'd grown. It also told when illness struck, As extra sheets were hung; Then nightclothes, and a bathrobe, too, Haphazardly were strung. It said, Gone on vacation now, When lines hung limp and bare It told, We're back! when full lines sagged, With not an inch to spare, But clotheslines now are of the past, For dryers make work less, Now what goes on inside a home Is anybody's guess. I really miss that way of life. It was a friendly sign, When neighbors knew each other best, By what hung on the line! Author Unknown
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