I remember when bread was 25 cents a loaf
And men delivered it twice a week.
I remember Tom,
Tall and dark and talkative,
Telling my mother his adventures
As they stood at the kitchen door.
After Hallowe'en, he brought a picture
Of his Queen of Sheba costume.
He said he used the women's washroom.
My mother couldn't help laughing
It looked like a serious costume.
I bet he didn't use Melmac cups for breasts
Like my father and our neighbour Jim
At the Hallowe'en party in Kintore.
Back when bread was 25 cents a loaf
And men delivered it, twice a week.
I remember Eddie,
Short and handsome with light brown curly hair
And always smiling.
One day he didn't show up with the bread
And we heard he had run away
With the wife of a farmer near Putnam.
My mother was deeply intrigued.
I didn't know what it meant
But I missed Eddie
And his smile.
Back when bread was 25 cents a loaf
And men delivered it twice a week.
Author notes
I wrote this long ago and it happened even further back.
Good times.
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ah this brought back memories
i don't remember a breadman but i do remember the milkman. imagine that... having milk delivered in glass bottles!
your words have captured a moment in time. very nostalgic write thank you for entering and good luck
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I very much enjoyed this piece; thank you for sharing and for telling a memory...I appreciate this write!
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Nostalgic
Since I love history, I loved this piece. It tells of the era of your youth in simple lines. If you feel ambitious, maybe you can write a book of poems about this era. If you did I would buy it. Great stuff.
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I make it habit to comment when I click an author's piece..sadly I can't find any words to leave about the piece itself, one must love memories tho...
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