I remember a time many years ago
When I was a cowboy, Indian, and even a ghost,
When tobacco fields grew and mothers would sew,
When friends came over for Mom’s Pot Roast
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nostalgia isn't what it used to be eh! ! : o) Nice evocation B J Shaun.