Anne Whitfield

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Anne Whitfield

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Happy Days Oh for the days of the Methodist Social When we danced in the Valeta with grace And the girls sat in line at the end of the room, And the boys to the other did race. It was obvious to me even then There were far more ladies than men And they partnered each other in many a dance To good tunes on the “gramophone” then. There was plenty of laughter and warmth And we all had a wonderful time, There was pasties and peas on the menu And someone recited a rhyme, Of the exploits of Albert their son Who was somehow mixed up with a lion. The next item of course was the singer Who sang songs I can hear even yet Of the days her grandpa and grandmother, Who although they had not even met, Were actually seen says the song, To kiss in the second minuette. The male singer now looking quite grand Stood before us, a cane in his hand, This just went to show, He would sing for us now, About the Leader of the Town Brass Band. Now for the Old fashioned waltz, Take your partners announced the MC An aunt took my hand and waltzed me all round, Till I naught but her bosom could see. Some of the ladies by chance, Were teaching the boys how to dance, And we all stepped in tune, Till the whole of the room Filled with laughter and youthful romance. Ah the days of the Methodist social When the Tuesday night ladies brewed teas And the WA put out cakes on a tray, And we all ate our Pasties and Peas. The best was the barn dance of course, Progressive was how it was done, Sometimes you’d forget to move forward, Causing chaos and lots of good fun. I can see all those people today Though many have now passed away But the joys of those days, My spirits will raise And the memories will forever stay.

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