I REMEMBER THE CHEESE OF MY CHILDHOOD And the bread that we cut with a knife, When the children helped with the housework, And the men went to work not the wife. The cheese never needed a fridge, And the bread was so crusty and hot, The children were seldom unhappy And the wife was content with her lot. I remember the milk from the Billy, With the yummy cream on the top, Our dinner came hot from the oven, And not from the fridge; in the shop. The kids were a lot more contented, They didn't need money for kicks, Just a game with our mates in the paddock, And sometimes the Saturday flicks. I remember the shop on the corner, Where a pen'orth of lollies was sold Do you think I'm a bit too nostalgic? Or is it....I'm just getting old? I remember when the 'loo' was the 'dunny', And the pan man came in the night, It wasn't the least bit funny Going out the back with no light. The interesting items we perused, From the newspapers cut