Hello God, It's me, Mara

You know, Lord, sometimes when several of us gals gather together, depending on the season or the reason for our gathering, we usually chuckle when we share, when we "remember when." Some younger gals don't recall, when or if Grandma or Mom hung clothes upon the line, but they thought this was a good poem to share. So here we go, a poem about "way back when." The author is unknown, but a few of us did remember when:

A clothesline was a news forecast to neighbors passing by.

There were no secrets you could keep when clothes were hung to dry.

It also was a friendly link for neighbors always knew...