THE PAST

THE THINGS IN THIS PICTURE BRING BACK A LOT OF MEMORIES FROM THE PAST.

Hi. I am the daughter of the author of this blog.

I just made a HUGE mistake, in the midst of trying to fix a few small ones.

You see I thought I would secretly make a few spelling corrections for my dad through his blogger account and in the process I hit that one unforgivable key that erased everything he'd written on this post. Whoops.

I know. His misspelled words were not my affair. I just felt bad because I helped my dad set up his blog over the phone one night so I haven't had time to show him the extras - like spell check.

Instead, I just thought I'd spell check for him and then fix words if needed. So since I feel terrible for deleting his work (it was actually one of my favorite posts he's written) I'm going to try again to correct a mistake. This time I'll try and fix my own mistake of erasing his work by making a pathetic attempt at rewriting the "only he can tell it" account of what life was like in the 40's and 50's. Yes friends. Nineteen 40's and 50's.

The picture dad posted was somehow not deleted, so he began by describing some of the artifacts/antiques in the photograph. One item not pictured that he described was an outhouse. He said it was the best hiding spot ever for "hide-and-seek" because no one looked for you there. I can't imagine why!

The wash pot was used to make soap. My dad remembers cutting bars of it to take to the local laundry mat to wash clothes. That sooo blows my mind and gives great perspective as I hear my the clink clink of something metal in my dryer as I write. (Probably a rock from Cannon's play ground.)

Dad also had interesting things to say about the gas pump that used to stand on my great grandfather's farm. I don't remember the logistics but I remember him saying something about gravity pulling the gas down from the tank in to the car. The tank itself is really pretty cool and is in great shape. It sits in front of mom and dad's house and every Christmas is lit of with small twinkling white lights.

The wagon was not something dad used himself, but he remembers his parents making consecutive trips back and forth between cotton farms in it.

Dad. I'm sorry I erased your work. I'd love to spend a little time on the phone this evening showing you how to use spell check so I don't make this mistake again. I still can't believe I deleted that post. It was one of my favs.

Will you write again and tell about the water pipes to the house that had to be heated by the sun? And was it Proverbs 3? If you'll read the comment I made in the comment section you'll see that this was one of my favorite posts...before I erased it. Sorry again. : (

Call me after you read this.