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


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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.




14 comments:

  1. We should all encounter such benign circumstances when age creeps up on us.

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  2. Picturesque, by both written words and soulful sentences!

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  3. A touching Six, Pat. Would that everyone was as considerate of our older relatives. In the rush of youth, perspective is often lost for those who have lived the majority of life already, who find comfort in the accoutrements of their past.

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    1. Thank you. Each in his own time and circumstances comes to a realization of what life might be like for those around them.

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  4. I like how they kept those old tools for his sake and the sake of his stories and purposefulness.

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  5. I love the landscape you have conjured in the penultimate sentence.

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    1. Thank you. I am glad you enjoyed the landscape.

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  6. Great story! I would love to chat with Grandpop. I never knew any of my grandparents.

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    1. Thank you. One of mine died a couple of months before I was born. The other one was in his 60's when I was born and died when I was in my teens. I wish we could have had conversations together.

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  7. Same here, would love to stop and chat with him and admire all those old tools and implements. Nice Six, Pat.

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