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 by the lilac bush at the Banner Homeplace
Freeda Baker Nichols & Yvonne Baker Hall — waiting for Yvonne’s flight back out west.
Freeda Baker Nichols 
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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Do you still have the baseball cards, by any chance? Was it Bazooka gum?
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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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Those really were “the good ole days!”
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What a sweet poem! Love the old pictures!
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Old pictures bring back precious memories . . . thank you, Inger.
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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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Oh, the fun of finding an egg, just laid, in the nest, and rushing over to where the peddler was parked. Beats Walmart any day! 🙂
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Freeda I entered a comment but not sure if it posted.
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Yes, Ginger, it posted. It takes me a little time to check them in. Thank you.
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Like this one 🙂
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Thanks. Of course it’s not new, but the idea of pictures with it, is a new idea.
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I remember that one. Lovely that you paired it with these pictures.
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When my poems of childhood experiences are created, often they are also about sharing with family. So many children, we had to share! 🙂
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