Eggs for Bubble Gum

chicken eggs

I traded eggs still warm for bubble gum
and always gave my baby sister some.
We blew big bubbles, like balloons of pink,
until they burst and stuck upon our cheeks.
We both blew bubbles quickly as a blink.
I liked the gum I got from Peddler Weeks
and always gave my baby sister some.
I traded eggs still warm for bubble gum.

© Copyright 2012, Freeda Baker Nichols

Poem in the Lil-Ann pattern. Reblogged from my earlier post, with added photos.

Yvonne & Freeda Baker

Yvonne & Freeda Baker by the lilac bush at the Banner Homeplace

Freeda Baker Nichols & Yvonne Baker Hall

Freeda Baker Nichols & Yvonne Baker Hall — waiting for Yvonne’s flight back out west.

14 comments on “Eggs for Bubble Gum

  1. I never cared for the bubble gum. When bought a pack of baseball cards I kept the cards and through away the gum unless of course I could trade it for a card or two.

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  2. Trading the warm eggs…yes, I like that!…remember My Momma reaching in for the fresh eggs…and the chickens didn’t even seem to mind…

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  3. I Wilkerson says:

    What a sweet poem! Love the old pictures!

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  4. Love the pictures. You and sister have the same smile. “Trading warm eggs”–I like that phrase. And we all loved that messy pink bubble gum once upon a time.

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  5. vrpruett says:

    Freeda I entered a comment but not sure if it posted.

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  6. vrpruett says:

    Like this one 🙂

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  7. Catherine Johnson says:

    I remember that one. Lovely that you paired it with these pictures.

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