Welcome

As I get older I realize how much things have changed.

Before I reach a point where my mind fades I want to be able to record my memories of things past and create a place where young people can learn and old people can remember.

In 1997 I wrote this poem which is a good place to start.

TRANSITIONS

In my youth our outhouse was sewered.

The one that I have now is not

But at least this one's on the inside

And it's better at night than the pot.

My Mum had a copper and wringer,

A prop held the clothes off the ground

But I've got a "Hill's" in my garden

And the wind makes the clothes spin around.

Our old phone was black and two-handed.

The mouth-piece and ear-piece weren't one

But now, while I'm doing the shopping,

I can dial who I want with my thumb.

No freezer or fridge in my childhood,

The ice man delivered weekly.

As he chipped off the corners to fit it

We sucked on the pieces with glee.

Everything then was delivered.

It costs extra to do that today

And with all our time-saving devices

We wonder why time slips away.

If my Grandma could see all the changes

She'd probably turn in her grave.

With my stereo TV and 8 meg PC

I stumble towards the "New Age".