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Great Aunt Kitty...

Great Aunt Kitty was a flapper
The twenties were a blast
Short skirts and beads were the fashion
The mini-dresses of the past

Charleston dances and jitterbugs
Were all the latest rage
There was a ban on alcohol and drugs
Take a lead from the temperence page

Aunt Kit drove a wood-frame sporty car
She danced in many a hall
There was no drinking in a regular bar
Speakeasies hid behind a wall

She spent the last few years of her life
Mourning her husband Bill
He bought a parrot he gave to his wife
When they lived up on the hill

She played solitare long day after day
Drank her Schmidt's, played the radio
Smoked Camels in a chain, as they say
Never said much; just a yes or no

She taught me gin and poker good
And she smiled a little then
She said she played hard as she could
I think she spoke of way back when

She's gone on, many years ago
The parrot and grandma Mabel too
I loved those days, don't you know
Great Aunt Kitty, I remember you

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my mother-in-law was a flapper girl in her younger days-- Geezer, you are a man of the world--is there a difference between a flipper and a flapper? Yep, she too went on to where all flipping flappers go after they die--and it ain't the Virgin Islands (those are for bad girls in need to be recycled.) Nicely composed write; loved it. Jerry

Yes, there is a difference between a flipper and a flapper. A flipper is one that smells like fish. Aunt Kit showed me pictures of her dressed for a night out on the town with her and her husband Bill. He had his hair slicked back and his little pencil-thin mustache and dancin' shoes on. They made quite the couple on the dance floor from what my father told me. ~ Geezer.
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What memories. My dad taught me the Charleston. There was something mystical about that era

Let your mercy spill on all those
burning hearts in hell( L.Cohen)

the Charleston and the Jitterbug. I taught my then girlfriend and went to the school dance on a Friday night and we rocked the place! I was 12 and it was a big deal. I couldn't wait to come home and tell my mom, grandma and aunt Kit and aunt Kit smiled more than I had ever seen her smile before. Yes, I learned something special that year. I also learned that no one lives forever, and aunt Kitty passed on to that speakeasy in the sky. ~ Geezer.
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Hi, Geezer,
I love the beginning of the poem - right off the bat she seems like a character! I can hear the chatter during the poker and gin games. A very fond memory. Also, I so admire your rhyme!
Thank you!
L

wasn't much of a talker. She was spare with her words, but she did smile at things I said or did and I think I used to do and say things to see her smile. She drank Schmidt's Ale and smoked unfiltered Camels and we listened to the radio play oldies from the 20's and 30's. A General Electric table fan, blowing back and forth in the hot summer afternoons. Memories indeed! If a person is intrigued by this era in my life [pre-teen], I have a number of these poems I want to include in a series; called East Main St. Another that is a little more obscure about Aunt Kit is called: Sea of The Hourglass. ~ Geezer.
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Bring on the series! By the by: the above mentioned memories carry another wonderful poem! The GE fan blowing back and forth...
L

a list if you like and you can tell me what you think? ~ Geezer.
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Absolutely!
L

I enjoyed this little exercse in nostalgia but a few amendments might help...

Para 2: line 8 temperance - incidentally the drugs ban obviously stayed, but the temperance legislation was a unique US aberration in the 20s. The American 'Volstead Act' was an act of lunacy imposed on Americans by Christian teetoller missionaries which could only ever had had one result: gangsterism.

Para 5: I think it's probably "Schmidt" not "Shmidt" although the reference is lost on me.

Para 7: I think Mable not Mabel - by the way, the last 2 lines are VERY good indeed - sentimental and nostalgic.

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Edna
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the corrections in spelling. Yes, it was Mabel, I looked in my father's bible that he was given at her passing. As to the Schmidt's; it was a very popular ale that was called "Tiger Piss" by us younger folks, because it had a snarling Tiger's head on the label. I was really surprised at your endorsement of the last two lines, as I would think that you would find them passe at the least. ~ Geezer.
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...deeply sentimental underneath my carapace of iron.

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Edna
Poet(ess) to the Stars

Rock on Great Aunt Kitty! This is a fun one. People who are spare with words are usually the ones who can speak and everyone listens. She sounds like a hoot! A lovely write and fab imagery

Thank you...Teddy

a hoot, as you say. I can still hear her say; "Me and Bill... and she would say that they had met Al Capone and some of his henchmen at a club and Al wouldn't dance, but he loved to watch. ~ Geezer.
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I never knew that about him.

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Edna
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but he loved to watch people dancing. ~ Geezer.
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-stood...
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Edna
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you did. LoL
Thanks again. ~ Geezer.
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