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  A Lifetime Ago
by Patrick A Granfors
Friday, January 13, 2012
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Just daydreaming....


A lifetime ago

I spent my summers on the farm

I can still smell the fresh cut alfalfa

As Grampa towed my cousins and me around the field

Hoisting the bales and stacking them high up onto the wagon

As it jostled back and forth swaying to the music

Of his sturdy old green John Deere tractor..Pap…Pap…Pap

PapPapPapPap…..Pap….Pap….Pap

We’d swat at the honeybees as we passed their hives

On each rotation of the field trying not to get stung

Bee tenements if you will

But at season’s end Grampa would claim his share of the bounty

Stacking honeycombs in the kitchen dripping with liquid gold

Sticky fingered joy

A lifetime ago

I gathered eggs.

I knew every nook and cranny where the hens laid them

We chased rabbits, descendents of escapees from Grampa’s cages

Did you know a rabbit squeals when captured?

We always let them go

A lifetime ago

I stacked firewood for the winter ahead

Not for a fireplace, or a romantic evening

Simply for heat

A lifetime ago

Those that had them, had telephones connected by party lines

One ring for Grampa, three rings for the Schultz’s

You never knew if the line was going to be busy

Until you picked it up and heard the neighbor’s voices on the other end

 

A lifetime to go

Today

My smart phone has more computing power

Than the lunar lander and mission control had in 1969

And I can choose from a million ringtones

I now stack firewood for the fireplace

And if I’m lucky, a romantic evening

The doc frowns on my consumption of eggs

I just smile at the bunnies along our dog walk trail

There’s a local honey farm nearby and no bee stings

I couldn’t lift a bale up to my waist let alone to the top of the hay wagon

I have to settle for the smell of fresh cut grass from the lawnmower

And I still miss the Pap…Pap….Pap… of that old John Deere tractor

 

 

 

 

 

Copyright 2012 Patrick Granfors

 

 




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Reviewed by Richard Henkel (Reader) 1/17/2012
You've done it again Pat - now my wife is a fan too. This was her story so well told, you rekindled her memories of her beloved grandparents on the farm near Exeter, Nebraska when she was 6 years old. She sat on her Grandpa's lap behind the wheel of his 1941B John Deere as he returned from a long day tending the crops of milo, wheat and corn. This old tractor was important enough to other family members, that her cousin and an Uncle trailered what was left of it in a neighbor's barn from Nebraska to Oregon in 2005. They and other family members spent two years painstakingly and faithfully restoring it. They presented it to the whole clan at a big family reunion in 2008. Then everyone got to take turns riding it and revelling in the old familiar Pap...Pap...Pap. Thank you so much, Pat.
Reviewed by Mark Lichterman 1/15/2012
Great remembrances, old friend. Mine were the clanging of the Ogden Avenue streetcar and rushing home from school so that I could listen to "Jack Armstrong, the All American Boy" on the radio, and falling in love with the older (fourteen Year old) girl that lived across the hallway of our third floor apartment. But my times like your times were innocent times.
As always, great poem, Patrick
Mark
Reviewed by Annabel Sheila 1/14/2012
Aw! Thanks for sharing such priceless memories, Patrick...very nicely presented!

Anna
Reviewed by La Belle Rouge Poetess Of The Heart 1/14/2012
I love this poem
Reviewed by Axilea MU 1/13/2012
Very nice! I loved reading those colorful memories that made me sigh for things that I've never seen/known (some of them, that is!). The line about today's smart phones made me smile; so true. Thank you for a very pleasurable reading!

Axilea
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton 1/13/2012
You wrote my bio. Great damn job.
Reviewed by Richard King 1/13/2012
Boy, does this bring back some memories. Had me a small farm in the 70's and 80's. Only 75 acres, but I had me an old John too. Looked a lot like the one in the photo too, but I didn't farm with it. Just bought the tractor to putter around with, rented out the land which just about paid the taxes. Not quite, but just about.

Thanks Patrick, this was nice. Dick
Reviewed by Mary Ann Biddinger 1/13/2012
It seems a lifetime ago yet brought to mind by a drifting cloud.
There's a 1941-H in our garage that is Keegan's..he's 5..it goes
Pap..pap..Pap..Pap..Keegan and John take it in the 4th of July
parade in our town decorated with U.S. Flags.
Lady Mary Ann thanks for the memories Patrick
Reviewed by Paul Berube 1/13/2012
A lifetime ago indeed. Very nicely told, Patrick.
Reviewed by Ed Matlack 1/13/2012
...and I bet that old tractor still misses u too...sounds like that was your first real love...;-) Jurseeeeeeeeeeeeeey
Reviewed by Lonnie Hicks 1/13/2012
This is an awesome memoir. I have never read better. Touched me and I have never lived on a farm. But you put me there with this piece.
Reviewed by Vivian Dawson 1/13/2012
Such nostalgia is priceless *Patrick*
to keep and hold on to...thank You
for sharing it for any who have not
had it, or even those who have!!!!!

Lady Vivian

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