LIFE IN MOHRLAND & HIAWATHA
I was born in my parents’ home, on
the side of a hill.
My Mother’s name was Bertrude, and my
Dad was Bill.
There was no hospital in the town you
see.
But it was good enough for the birth
of my friends and me.
My dad taught school there for
several years.
Would we have enough to eat was one
of our fears,
Especially during the cold depression
years,
Sometimes a lack of food caused us
real fears.
In my teens things got better, food
seemed to abound,
But of course, not in the winter, in
that cold white ground.
I started School there with the best
kids in the State
And our athletic teams also deemed
the best in the State.
My first adventure on a sleigh was no
fun at all.
On the same hill I was born on I took
a great fall.
The sleigh I was riding, was made to
be slick and fast
But the garbage can lid was anchored
like a big mast.
I have worn a scar on my nose,--- 70
years now it seems,
Perhaps to remind me, of my
sleigh-riding dreams.
I sit here with Myrtle, her pictures
and stuff
And it makes me realize that life was
not so rough!
(myrtle is the name of my computer)
Wallace R. Baldwin 23 October 2019
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