Friday, May 8, 2009

Plagiarzing myself

This piece is taken from my Family Cookbook and Memories. I self-published it and gave it out as Christmas presents in 2007.

"When I was a kid, my three siblings and I took turns doing the supper dishes--one night it was my two brothers, and the next night my sister and me. Of course, we would sometimes have big arguments over whose turn it was or who left all the crusty pans hidden in the oven.

Years later, the same thing would happen with my own four kids, so when I found this poem I put a copy up by the kitchen sink. (It didn't really help.) "
DIRTY DISHES (Anonymous)
Thank God for dirty dishes
For they have a tale to tell.
While other folks go hungry,
We're eating very well.

With home and health and happiness,
We shouldn't want to fuss
For by this stack of evidence,
God's been very good to us.


Olde Dame Penniwig said...

I like that poem!

Hope you post a favorite recipe or two from your Family Cookbook and Memories!

Bevie said...

I like it, too. We were poor, but we always had food. And though the house was cold and drafty, it was a lot colder and draftier outside.

Ms Sparrow said...

Dear, dear Penniwig, I'm so happy you asked! Of course I will post recipes.

Bevie, As I remember, I clipped the poem from the column of either Dear Abby or Ann Landers years ago.
It has stayed with me ever since.