Grandpa, tell me 'bout the good old days
Sometimes it feels like this worlds gone crazy
Grandpa, take me back to yesterday
When the line between right and wrong
Didn't seem so hazy
Did lovers really fall in love to stay
And stand beside each other, come what may
Was a promise really something people kept
Not just something they would say
Did families really bow their heads to pray
Did daddies really never go away
Oh, grandpa, tell me 'bout the good old days
Grandpa, everything is changing fast
We call it progress, but I just don't know
And grandpa, let's wander back into the past
And paint me the picture of long ago
Did lovers really fall in love to stay
And stand beside each other come what may
Was a promise really something people kept
Not just something they would say and then forget
Did families really bow their heads to pray
Did daddies really never go away
Oh, grandpa, tell me 'bout the good old days
Oh, grandpa, tell me 'bout the good old days
Sometimes it feels like this worlds gone crazy
Grandpa, take me back to yesterday
When the line between right and wrong
Didn't seem so hazy
Did lovers really fall in love to stay
And stand beside each other, come what may
Was a promise really something people kept
Not just something they would say
Did families really bow their heads to pray
Did daddies really never go away
Oh, grandpa, tell me 'bout the good old days
Grandpa, everything is changing fast
We call it progress, but I just don't know
And grandpa, let's wander back into the past
And paint me the picture of long ago
Did lovers really fall in love to stay
And stand beside each other come what may
Was a promise really something people kept
Not just something they would say and then forget
Did families really bow their heads to pray
Did daddies really never go away
Oh, grandpa, tell me 'bout the good old days
Oh, grandpa, tell me 'bout the good old days
This is a special layout of my grandfather and I when I was a little girl. As a child raised by her grandparents they were VERY important to me and preserving memories of them is something I cherish. My grandfather and I were buddies. Out of the three girls I was his tomboy and love to fish with him and get my hands dirty…seems like some things never change (I always have ink on my hands).
Supplies:
Want2Scrap™: 72 Count - Sage Green Pearls - Self Adhesive, Grand Chipboard Album - Big Scalloped Circles, Chipboard Embellishments - Pack of 4 - Style C, 72 Count - Black Rhinestones - Self Adhesive
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Other Supplies:
Clearsnap: Smooch Spritz (Holly Berry and Evergreen), Fairy Dust Glitter (Pralines and Cream and Mixed Media Inx by Donna Salazar
Chipboard Letters: Maya Roads
I hope you enjoy this post…..if you are a grandfathers girls I am sure you will.
Have a wonderful day and until next time be creative!!
What a touching sweet story!!! Beautiful project too!! I love the poem!! I don't know what I would have done without my Nana!! Grandparents are so special! Thanks for sharing such tenderness!!
ReplyDeleteWhat a wonderful story,thank you so much for sharing it.
ReplyDeleteI love that song too and I love that you've used it in a page -- I get a poem a day from Garrison Keillor and I'm saving some of them up to use on scrapbook pages! Great Minds!
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