I was a teen in the forties after World War Two.  During the war it was said that secret codes were hidden on the back of postage stamps.  That must have been the impetus for what became a fad for my friends and me.  One girl in our group was amazing!  I never was impressive with my ability.  My mind was turned to this event when I received the prompt “Friends” as Day Three Poetry lesson.


Thinking of friends when I was young;

School was out and we had fun. 

Eating pickles from a dill pickle jar;

Crowding thirteen kids in a car. 

Making clunking sounds in a cave;

Scared the guys but they acted brave. 

Arm wrestling on a picnic table;

Some tried hard  but never were able. 

Sharing stories and telling tall tales;

Playing games – one wins, one fails. 

Roasting marshmallows and playing croquet;

Tossing horseshoes and riding in the hay. 

Playing baseball on Sunday afternoon,

But it got dark way too soon. 

Saying goodbye from summer camp;

And writing each other on a postage stamp.


About oneta hayes

ABOUT ME Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
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  1. theturtle says:

    “I said I liked it but I loved it” 🙂
    There’s Summer and Friends and Discoveries all over it (it being your wise words)
    Turtle Hugs

  2. dawnlizjones says:

    OH! I remember playing croquet! It’s been so long! I also remember staying out until dark, climbing up into a very tall tree house, riding my bike all over the area. Sigh.

  3. shoreacres says:

    I don’t know about secret codes, but my dad had a German map that was printed on the back of a sheet of postage stamps. Apparently paper was in short supply, and they found ways to make do for any number of things.

    Your poem certainly recalls my childhood summers. I’m so glad we had them — and no matter what anyone claims, they were better than what many (most?) kids have today.

  4. oneta hayes says:

    I remember being very impressed when I saw a stamp with the entire “Lord’s Prayer” on it. I would love my kids kids kids to have the experience I had. We didn’t have much but we had as much as everyone else, except for the one boy with a car. I guess for that week we were all part owner. Thanks, Linda, for remembering with me.

  5. calensariel says:

    I remember those carefree days, too, only mine came about 15 years later. The world was still in sane mode at that point.

  6. Dawn Marie says:

    I remember Jacks and Chinese Jump-robe. Also, sidewalk chalk. Hugs!

    • oneta hayes says:

      Sidewalk chalk was for city kids much younger than I. But yes we did jacks – sometimes on those same tables where we ate and arm wrestled. I don’t remember Chinese jump rope – or any other jump rope during those days. Nice to pull out the memories.

  7. mandibelle16 says:

    Sounds like fun summers as a teenager. Much simpler than things seem to be know, but you write about it fondly.

  8. Colette B says:

    Beautifully reminiscent Oneta and I really enjoyed the rhythm and pace of your poem 🙂

  9. Faye says:

    You beautiful reminders of your childhood always evoke stirring and fond memories of my own. Thank you for writing your post. I remember climbing so high up a tree with a mango and a book no one could find me. I was missing for hours. (Too scared to climb down). That’s a long ago memory you brought back by your poem. Thank you Oneta!

    • oneta hayes says:

      Now that sounds like quite an experience! We had swings in trees, but I don’t remember ever having a tree house. Where I was raised there were very few trees. We do have a hammock in trees here where I live now. My husband likes it. He and the granddaughters have a great time. I haven’t mastered getting in it yet! Not a pretty sight. 😀

  10. What a beautiful youthful memories. I love this.

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