Wednesday, February 10, 2021

Six Sentence Stories - Plow

After a few false attempts of trying to write a six sentence story using flow as the cue word instead of plow, I think I am finally ready. I guess I just needed some practice to get my words ready to flow. I am linking my post to the blog hop, Six Sentence Stories - Plow hosted by Denise of Girlie On The Edge's Blog


The property had been passed from one generation to another as were some of the stories of the past.

Even though many of the items were no longer usable, and had been replaced with faster or more convenient models, they still had a purpose.

A scrap-metal yard or an antique dealer would have perhaps paid them for some of the farm implements, but with some consideration, they decided the time wasn’t right to get rid of them.

With grand pop still living in one of the rooms of the house and junior’s family occupying the rest of the house, junior and his siblings mutually agreed about not trying to uproot grand pop from all that was dear to him, for as long as possible.

The rust colored plow, harrow and a menagerie of other equipment was placed on the stretch of mowed grass lining one side of the long driveway and a couple of old wooden picnic tables and benches were set up at the end nearest the old farm house where wafts of roses lingered in the air.

It was a rare week when no one stopped by to chat the breeze with grand pop about the old days, which conversations gave him a sense of purposefulness and reassurance that his knowledge was still needed, valued and interesting.

Saturday, February 6, 2021

Ten Things of Thankful

It is time to drop a few lines of thankful, lest we least forget. No matter what the week has thrown at you, dig deep if you must, or skim a few off the top, but write them down and share them. Sometimes when others are struggling to even find one thing for which they are thankful, there may be that one thought you have shared that makes all the difference to how they proceed their course of action. You and your words do matter. I am linking up my post to the Ten Things of Thankful blog hop hosted by Dyanne of Backsies Is What There Is Not.

1. The perspective that is gained from reviewing one’s life after having written a memoir

2. The works of illustrators who help depict the works of authors

3. Words that distinctly convey the meaning intended

4. Words that offer hope

5. The variety of voices by which humanity can distinguish one another

6. Some homemade squash pie given to us by a friend one day this week

7. Only one of us in our household experienced 12 hours of intestinal distress this week

8. A 15-minute visit from my brother and a few members of his family one day this past week and being able to visit safely outside from a distance while wearing masks

9. Being  able to scan old family photos of ancestors and attach them to to galleries on online family history sites

10. Vic and our family and friends who brighten our lives

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Wednesday, February 3, 2021

Six Sentence Stories - Mark

On your mark, get set, go! Now is the time to write a Six Sentence Stories - Mark. Thanks Denise of Girlie On The Edge's Blog for providing these weekly prompts to keep us on the writing track.

Hands with raised veins

She had hopes the rocker would perform its magic after her busy morning hanging wet clothes on the line while at the same time keeping an eye her little granddaughter who was trying to get up on the board swing suspended by ropes hanging from a beam in the open garage.

Maybe with full tummies and the sound of the floor boards occasionally creaking as she rocked, she and Daisy could both catch a few winks before the Sisters from St. Brigid’s stop by on their round of visits.

As she tried to lean Daisy’s head back into the crook of her ample arm, she was met with squirming arms and legs and questions to deter grandma from her desired intent.

Daisy began gently touching one of the raised ropy blue lines on her grandma’s hands and asked, “What’s that?”

That’s a vein and the older I get, the bigger it gets; it’s also kind of a mark of how much more I love you every year, sweetheart.

Placing a quick kiss on her Grandma’s hand, Daisy said, “You must love me a LOT!”