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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=448261" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Tub of Potatoes</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">My grandmother used to say<br>don't marry for money<br>but stay open-minded.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She could squeeze a nickel<br>and make the buffalo feel light-headed; <br>she could make a dollar out of 15 cent.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now she was a big woman; <br>ruled the family roost<br>with a simple look<br>and an iron skillet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Many times I heard that skillet<br>go thunk! <br>Another suitor educated.<br>Another boyfriend righted.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She always took us kids aside<br>and whispered things like<br>'now see that'<br>I don't want you kids to grow up<br>and do things like that.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There was the woman or man who did not <br>take care of the family; <br>the Boyfriend Rogue; <br>or the Gallivant, <br>who tipped behind his ladies back; <br>the dandy who dressed so well<br>but did not have two dimes to rub together<br>and slept in the park in a tent.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">These were depression days<br>when traveling men<br>rode the rails<br>not sure of where they came from<br>not sure of where they went<br>and the women who<br>longed for them; <br>who waited<br>for them<br>listening <br>for train whistles<br>and stock yard<br>freights<br>hauling<br>into Chicago<br>from the mid-west.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Grandmother<br>would sit<br>above a tub of water<br>peeling potatoes<br>like the layers of her life<br>each skin<br>would fall into the tub <br>of water<br>and go plop; <br>another chapter in Grandmother's life<br>told to us kids<br>sitting<br>wide-eyed.<br>'Time was' she would say<br>that this was a woman and man's country<br>now everything gone to hell.'<br>They danced in the gin joints<br>til then the money ran out<br>and the party was over<br>and the big depression gave them all<br>a big headache.<br>Party she said but dig down deep because<br>there will be a piper to pay.<br>Plop. Plop<br>Time was.<br>Time is.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Lonnie+Hicks">Lonnie Hicks</a><div class=q>
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don't marry for money
but stay open-minded.

She could squeeze a nickel
and make the buffalo feel light-headed; 
she could make a dollar out of 15 cent.

Now she was a big woman; 
ruled the family roost
with a simple loo..."></div>
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