Saturday, January 24, 2015


By Beatrice M. Hanson

You can wear the style of the “twenty’s”
Drive in a Model T Ford,

Turn back the clock in romancing
By taking your girl to a ball.
You can learn to dance the “Charleston”
Make out like a love-sick Sheikh,
But the spirit of that time will elude you
For with age there is no repeats!

The gap in our generation is as
Yours will someday be –
When your children reach for
Recognition, in the growing up
Time of their years.
Each era is precious to oldsters
Who remember the glow of their youth,
Until finally the gaps blend together
To emerge in the History Books.
Where facts are duly recorded,
For the time, the Place, and the years.