The Years of My Life, 1948

A Journey from 1944 to … Now

1948.

It’s 1948—and I

Am now an awesome four!

A little brother comes along—

I’m hoping there’s no more.

We’re living now on Broadway—just

A block from Grandpa’s place.

And feeling very much at home—

In Enid, now our base.

Joe Bruce—a next door neighbor boy

Is friends with us right now.

We end up playing much with him—

What time and folks allow.

This is the last year I will have

Before those school days come—

Then things will never be the same—

I’ll learn to read and sum.

And Truman’s still the president—

The first I can recall.

And we don’t have a TV set—

So, outside, one and all!

Poor Gandhi then is murdered—and

James Taylor (singer) born.

And Terry Pratchett came, as well.

And Porsche—hit the horn!