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Saturday, June 12, 2010

Daddy

I'm back to Saturday Centus after missing last week due to brain drain. It's a great creative exercise, so please click on the link below to join the fun.

This week's prompt is in italics.




It’s true, the smell of freshly mowed grass can stay with you for years, for decades, settle into your core. When I was little, my daddy cut the grass with a hand-push mower, the clippings flying up behind the primative machine, leaving a bordered trail where the grass had been.

These days I need only to look at my daddy’s picture - even the one in his Navy uniform - to be overcome with the perfume of freshly cut grass.

And when I am out walking or riding in my car and smell grass being cut, I see my daddy’s face.


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14 comments:

Sue said...

Touching and evocative.

Thanks!

=)

mbkatc230 said...

Lovely! I think that scent is one of the most powerful memory triggers. Love the visual you painted of the grass clippings flying through the air. Nicely done. Kathy

jfb57 said...

My memories go back to childhood. Lovely picture you have painted here!

Cheryl said...

Beautiful memories you've written about Charlotte. I'm so happy you decided to link up on Saturdays. Are you linked up on Thursday? If so, I missed you. I'll have to go look in your archives.

Malisa said...

What a wonderful image you have created! Don't know if this is a true story, but it is a sweet one!

Malisa

Terra said...

Very sweet, lovely memories -

Bookie said...

Very nice. I have good memories of my Dad mowing...maybe that is why I like to mow the yard myself now--when it is not so hot I melt!
I really do lovefreshly cut grass.

misterjenny said...

I remember that, too.

Viki said...

This made me remember that we used to have one of those old push mowers. They were very hard to use especially if the grass was too high, ha,ha. That was a very sweet post and reminded me a lot of when my dad used to cut the grass with it. Great post.

Vicki said...

Fun memory with this one. I have one of those mowers...just no lawn right now :)

Sweet post

Koby said...

I love when a smell conjures up a wonderful memory...I enjoyed your story.

easternsparkle said...

Lovely memories, well done!

Tracy said...

Thats good . I too am trying to make sense of my life without my husband but I have a different reason He left after 25 years marriage and the last 7 years of affairs .
I am lost

Jenny said...

This is a beautiful story, Claudia. So poignant and moving!

Thank you for linking up!

It's great to see you back, too.