Conversations with God

Hello God, it’s me, Mara:

You know, Lord, sometimes when several of us gals gather together, depending on the season, or the reason for our gathering, we usually chuckle when we share, when we ‘remember when’. Some younger gals don’t recall when or IF Grandma OR Mom hung clothes upon the line, but they thought this was a good poem to share; so here we go, a poem about ‘way back when’; author unknown, but a few of us DID remember when.

POEM:

A clothesline was a news forecast to neighbors passing by. There were no secrets you could keep when clothes were hung to dry. It also was a friendly link...