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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=390665" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Old Photographs</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I sit and look at photographs of relations that used to be, <br>Some I remember from childhood, some related more distantly, <br>Their faces often smiling, or serious and stern, <br>Some looking very peaceful and gentle in their turn.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There are a few in sepia tint, but a lot in black and white, <br>And looking at their expressions, one does start wondering quite<br>What it would be like to meet them, and ask them how things were, <br>When they were living in those days, to me it's just a blur.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Work then was very arduous, long hours and little pay, <br>They did'nt have the 'luxuries' that we expect today, <br>Up with the lark, weather fine or foul, cold or sweltering heat, <br>Walking many miles to work, gathering blisters on their feet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They had no central heating to keep away the bitter chill, <br>And they had no reliable medicine, if they were taken ill, <br>There was no NHS* to care, they were out there on their own, <br>And if they really needed help, they didn't have a phone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Washing by hand was physically hard, when winter started to bite, <br>The wash tub and the mangle, were really no delight, <br>They must have been much stronger and tougher, in those days, <br>But even so, they must have been worn out in many ways.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They didn't have the appliances, to help them get things done, <br>Their daily chores took up the day, and I'm sure that was no fun, <br>They went to bed, when the dark set in, unless with candles lit, <br>They would gather together around the fire, and talk a little bit.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Knitting, crochet and embroidery were for women folk to do, <br>During the spare time that they had, perhaps they enjoyed it too, <br>For there were no television sets, but a piano was highly treasured, <br>With a pair of hands upon the keys, with what songs they could be pleasured.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And then along come the marching soldiers, of the first world war, <br>Did they have any inkling, of what there was in store, <br>Their once so steady lifestyle, turned so upside down, <br>Bombs descending on the city, devastation all around.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The twenty-five years later, a world war once again, <br>To have to go once more and suffer, the worry and the pain, <br>The having to begin to put, their hearts back into living, <br>And try to not be bitter, and to think about forgiving.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So these photos tell a story, and if I could only seek <br>To know just how they lived their lives, if they could only speak, <br>I'd be so interested to know, and if they could only walk<br>Straight out of the photographs, then we could begin our talk.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ernestine+Northover">Ernestine Northover</a><div class=q>
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Some I remember from childhood, some related more distantly, 
Their faces often smiling, or serious and stern, 
Some looking very peaceful and gentle in their turn.

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