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Sunday Afternoons After Church

“A photo of my mother and aunt after church in the late 50’s/early 60’s at my aunt’s old house on corner of 28th and T (If memory serves me well, its 28th and T – could be S”… to accompany Sunday Afternoons After Church, a poem by CordieB.

Sunday Afternoons After Church

Oh how I miss the days of old . . .

When family unity was the goal

Of every bright or weary soul

Oh how I miss the lost tradition

When helping hands was the mission

When we knew all our neighbor’s names

When we’d speak to all who peacefully came

walking down the clean sidewalks

stopping for friendly gossip and small talk

When neighbors would watch over the young

and everyone knew every one

when neighbors could spank that ass

for talking smart or acting fast

and then I’d get another one

after the neighbor told my dad or mom

When children still played hide and seek

When strong families always helped the weak

When unity meant what it should

and not simply another cliche’ buzz word

When fathers could not abandon theirs

without humilitation, points and stares

and of course lots and lots of old folk’s prayers

When the corner store owner lived in the neighborhood

and there was no such thing as “living in the hood”

And people usually acted like they knew they should

The Sunday afternoons after church dismissed

When family and neigbors gathered to reminice

And laugh and cry and love each other

and every one was treated like a sister or brother

I miss it all, but alas life goes on

So at least I’ll carry the tradition on

So if you miss those days, come visit soon

My home on Sunday Afternoons

All rights to photo and poem reserved.

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Big Gee

Very nicely said, and how very very true. I have felt like crying to see thing as they are now verus than. We must at all cost pull our families, neighbors and friends together again it can be done. Life is a big circle things come back to the way they were. once we make a full 360 degree turn. Thrust in your God and i will trust in mine. Thank Cordie and My love for the beautiful poem. I remember too. Your family and mine were neighbor as well. Love you keep writing.

Bill Conkle
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Bill Conkle

Thanks Cordie. I really love the poem and the picture. We have lost touch with what is really important and placed value on stuff that just doesnt matter. You,ve really captured the essence of what community really means in this poem.

Eric S. Huffstutler
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Eric S. Huffstutler

Thanks CordieB… That is how I also feel. It also makes me sad. Things have gotten so out of hand and people so self centered that the times of old are now only a memory.

Eric

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Val D

Oh how true it is. I often reminisce back to the good old days and wish things could still be the same. The new generation just don’t value life the same, which is a shame. I pray things would turn for the better.