Not many memories remain.
But of those that do,
There was a tractor,
Big, white and yellow,
Rumbling, bumping over uneven ground.
Heading to a field to collect mayhaws for jelly.
I think.
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For this week’s Trifextra creative writing prompt we were offered three pictures to choose from. I chose this one.
Attribute: VinothChandar/Nature Photos/CC BY
This is one of the few memories I have of my grandfather, my dad’s dad. He passed away when I was in fifth grade. I wish I could remember more.
One of my earliest memories would rarely happen today. I was standing between my dad’s feet while he drove the old Allis-Chalmers. I might have been three. I know I wasn’t four.
I’m guessing that yellow and white was an International Harvester.
I know that I had to have been very young when this happened. I think I was either on his lap or one of the big fenders. Can you imagine doing that today?
No way.
It’s strange what memories stick in a young mind. I like this memory (:
Thank you. I do too.
I remember my Granddad sticking me into the trailer behind his tractor when it was hailing one winter. I must have been about four or five at the time.
Isn’t amazing how little snippets like that will come back?
It is amazing what memories do. The one’s that stick so tightly, while others float away.
Very evocative. Liked it.
Thank you.
Nice poem and great memories!
Thanks! It is a nice memory.
so glad this brought back memories of your grandfather.
It was all I could think of when I saw that photo.
I liked this a lot. It’s a lovely memory.
Thanks!
Beautiful memory. I like the ‘I think’ at the end. I often wonder if a memory was real or something I just imagined.
Yes. I can remember bits and pieces, but I’m not sure if I’m mixing them up together or it was just one memory. I would have been very young when this happened.
Interesting memory… My grandpa didn’t have a tractor but I remember him letting me steer the car when I was like five and sitting on his lap. Good times lol
Btw, what are mayhaws? I’m not familiar with that word.
He also let us drink “coffee” (mostly milk).
A mayhaw is a Southern fruit. I think the only thing it is used for is to make jelly. That’s the only way I’ve ever eaten it.
I love the photo.
I learned a new word/fruit today. Gotta love that. Sweet memory even if it is partial. Our grandparents are often mysterious in memories.
True. Probably because so many of those memories happen when we are so small.
I miss our tractor so much. Nice piece. Love your ending line.
Tractors are fun. I wish I still lived somewhere we could have one.
Amazing – being number one in the list, you’re setting an awfully high bar for everyone else haha. Great job!
Don’t make me swoon.
Some of my favorite memories growing up are of moments with my Grandpa. Mayhaws sound interesting
I have that same memory of my great grandparents house. great job with this prompt.
What a lovely way to start for everyone this weekend. #1 on the links list and a warm, nostalgic story to boot. Well-written from the heart.
Wonderful interpretation of the photo. I can almost hear the engine chugging along.
Terrific sense of place! And yes, takes us all back… somewhere.
Love this, girl. You’re mining those details – absolutely love seeing you put your writing chops out there!
My grandpa’s tractor was red. Great memory–the haziness makes it more a treasure!
It sounds like it was a good memory. Thanks for sharing & may God bless you!
Cheryl
Very nice memory.
Yes,memories are all that we have-loved this sweet one:-)Am curious if you ever got to have that jelly Jennifer & how it tasted-now I know the name of one fruit which none of my friends know for sure:;-)
This feels haunting and a bit sad. And lovely.
I love it!