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From: "M BOWKER" <bowker288@xxxxxxxxxxxxxx>
To: "Guide Chat" <guide.chat@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
Date: Sun, 23 Sep 2012 15:17:29 +0100
Good afternoon Elizabeth. The words a below. My dad use to play it to me on his 
accordion when I was small boy.

In bare foot days.
When I was just a kid.
In bare foot days.
What joys we use to have.
We'd go fishing down by the brook.
With a bent pin for a hook.
And we'd fish all day.
And we'd fish all night.
But the bloody old fish refuse to bite.

We'd slide and slide .
Down some old celler door.
We'd slide and slide.
Till our pants were tore.

Then we'd go home.
Go straight to bed.
While me mother got busy with the needle and fred.

Oh boy.
What joy.
We had in bare foot days.


I will try and play it on my key board and send it to you on voice mail.

love Malcolm.

I do npt remember that song Malcolm. Can you tell us the words. If it is not 
too long to type I shoild love to hear them. Elizabeth

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From: M BOWKER - Email Address: bowker288@xxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Sent On: 22/09/2012 23:41
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Subject: [guide.chat] In Reply To: Bygone days

Elizabeth, do you remember the song. "  In Bare Foot Days. "

love Malcolm. xxx

Thanks Malcolm and Dawn and James for sharing thoughts and feelings about past 
tines.My only experience of children playing out is hearing them playing 
football inthe back street. I live in a small terraced house with a back yard 
that I have made into a patio garden with shrubs and flowers in pots and tubs. 
I am not pleased when a knock comes to the front door and a small child pipes 
up "My ball has gone in your yard"I never chastise them even though I have to 
let them come through the house to find it themselves. Afterall they have to 
play sonewhere and they do not have the freedom we had,but I wish the could 
enjoy playing ganes that did not  cause this inconvenience.
 
Walking home from school my brother and I used to keep looking over our 
shoulders to see if Johnny Hodgkiss was coming. Johnny was a farmer who 
delivered milk with a horse and milk float. If he happened to br returning from 
 his round at the same time that we were going home from school for our 
dinner,he would stop and let us climb in. Otherwise we had about a mile to 
walk. The  walk wa really no hardship though, we hardly noticed it. Children 
could not expect to be ferried around in those days, no cars and no buses we 
just had to walk. Trams at the Four Lane Ends terminus, about two miles away 
,would take us to town but that wa a major expedition. My father once took me 
to the doctor's surgery with a bad cut on my forehead, on the crossbar of his 
bicycle.  This was in the 1920's.
I wonder what today's children will talk about  when their time comes? I 
imagine technology will have replaced computors and mobile phones as we know 
them so they willbe able to reminisce about how things uded to be when they 
were young!   Elizabeth
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