Life is an accumulation of stories. Each stage and phase has a beginning, middle, end and on to the next beginning. The baby year, the toddler year, preschool, age with one digit, the teens years, the 20's, dating years, marriage, empty nest, middle age, old age. All our stories bring us to where we are today. People come and go in our lives. When we meet someone new, a decision is made about how much of our story we will tell. Stories have layers. Often we may chose to share the top layer. Some stories are too painful to tell all. Some stories belong in a box, well contained. Some stories we frame and put on our walls for all to see.
Do you have stories you love to share? Are there some that are too painful? What is your favourite story about yourself? Your family story?
What story does the old farm equipment picture bring? Times gone by? Early 1900's? If it could, what story would it tell?
An old hay rake like this lives on and on. Obsolete on a modern farm, it may end up in a weed patch of a farm yard. Later, it may become an ornament in a large flower bed. It may be used during the Christmas season to string colourful Christmas lights. It will always be a conversation piece for rural folk, invoking pleasant memories of times gone past.
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