Wednesday, April 7, 2010

Looking Back at Looking Forward

Since my days are spent packing and getting ready for our moving day which keeps steadily creeping up on us I always enjoy coming across little things that remind me of my childhood.

One such thing I found today. A poem I wrote when I was ten or eleven years old with my dreams of what I would do when I grow up.

It starts off with a clumsy title.

I'd Like to Be

When I grow up I'd like to be
A housewife working cheerily
Tasks in summer I would do
Are picking strawberries that grew
And crawling down upon my knees
I'd search for carrots, beans, and peas
I'd also have to mow the lawn
And water plants at break of dawn.

And as summer wore away
Housecleaning time would come to stay
I'd clean the rooms one by one
And think the work was lots of fun
And then I'd settle down to sew
Some clothes before we see it snow
I'd sometimes have a quilting bee
And ask my friends to come to me.

I read the poem and smiled. At least one little girls dreams have come true for the most part, but unfortunately somewhere with the passing years I have lost my enthusiasm for housecleaning time. And I never did learn to really enjoy quilting so I never held a quilting bee at our house.


  1. well it's never too late! i used to love when my grandmother would have quilting bees. she made chicken salad and served it on small glass plates. sometimes we would sit under the quilt and watch the needles. those were the days. i love the poem!

  2. Well, I don't have too much fun cleaning the house either. I much rather quilt than clean. But I guess there is no way around housework, since I can't aford to hire a housekeeper.

  3. Your poem is precious and very good for a little girl to write.
    I remember feeling the same way when I was a child and like you, housekeeping never quite captured my fancy.

  4. I love this poem, It was written through the eyes and heart of a little Amish girl.

  5. It's never too late for a quilting bee - I would love to do that!!
    The poem is so wonderful and heartfelt!

  6. I never much wanted to clean house or sew but I can relate to working in the garden.

  7. What a wonderful remembrance of when you were young! How things tend to change as we grow. I so enjoy reading your blog, I will have to get back over here and catch up since I was out for 2 weeks.

    until next time... nel

  8. I love that poem. It still applies to many little girls today, and shows a longing for contentment in simple things.

  9. I love your stories and tales of your day! Thanks for your sweet comment on my blog, too. That was a recipe that was shared with my family when I was younger and we had lots of fun with it!

  10. Unfortunately I don't love cleaning as my grandmother did. But I do love to cook as my other grandmother. I also love to sew and quilt as my grandmothers and great-grandmothers though by the time I came along one was in heaven and the other had stopped quilting. I have several quilts both made. My mother had no clue about sewing. Knitting was her bag. I used to have quilting bees with my dear 92 yr. old mother-in-law and her quilting friends. All of those friends except one have gone to their reward and tho one left here moved to sunny Fla. My m-i-l's hands don't allow her to quilt now.

    I know what you mean about how a house turns upside down when someone knocks at the door or rings the bell. It seems a twister goes through as that happens messing everything up.


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