1952: With girlish glee I measured my adolescent growth by the Leaning Tree.
1955: Four inches taller but I still walked straight as I passed under the Leaning Tree.
1956: My sixteenth birthday pictures were taken under the branch of the Leaning Tree.
1958: My whispered secrets were safe at the Leaning Tree.
1959: Seeking comfort during a temporary breakup with Eddie I sat under the Leaning Tree.
1961: When Eddie asked to marry me I delightfully ran to the Leaning Tree.
2019: Eddie has gone forever, but here I am again, aged, stooped, sorrowful, and walking slowly but I will find solace at the Leaning Tree.
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Psalm 91:1 KJ He that dwelleth in the secret place of the most High shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty.
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Friday Fictioneers Challenge by Rochelle. Use the picture prompt to write a 100 word story.
PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot
https://rochellewisoff.com/2019/04/10/12-april-2019/
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ABOUT ME
Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
Sixteen at 1976, can’t be Oneta. Then Eddie, not Tom, so confirmed.
Enjoyed reading.
Right, not me. Thanks.
Great story and a nice tie-in with Psalm 91, especially considering the picture. I enjoyed it.
-David
Thank you, David.
excellent & facinating
Thank you for the kind words. 😀
PLEASURE
I love this..
Thank you, Dee.
How wonderful it would be to have a place with so many memories tied to it. It would be like going home every time you visited.
Yes, a place where you are always welcomed. 😀
That’s the nice thing about having such a long-lived being as a friend.
One who knows you all your life and still loves you. Nice. Thanks for the response, Alice.
What a unique interpretation for this prompt. A lifelong love story and a lifelong friend in that tree.
Thank you for the nice compliment. 😀
Poor woman, grown old before her time, not even sixty yet. I love how the leaning tree is a true tree of life for her.
I have certainly lasted longer than that! My younger son was born in 1960. You are right; I should have made her older by at least twenty years. 😀
I edited my post. Do my years make better sense now? Or do I still have them wrong? 😀 I should have changed them when you pointed out the inconsistency. Thanks. I think they are okay now.
Perfect! I didn’t mean to harass you, It really wasn’t a big deal. I just saw that she was younger than me and thought, is that how younger people see us? Nononono… help? 😀
See it as an exercise in little details.
I did not see it as a negative thing from you. I just saw it as wrong. Actually I started out with a random year then worked forward at what I thought made sense without thinking about age at the end. I did think about many women being widowed much younger than I am so I gave them a shorter married life. Thank you. Anytime you can help, I just say thanks. 😀
Tender story of time’s passage. Really lovely. It reminds me a bit of Shel Silverstein’s The Giving Tree. We rarely believe that nature is watching.
I am familiar with Silverstein, however, I don’t know “The Giving Tree.” I should look it up. Thanks for the comment. 😀
A beautiful story of the passage of time with a place of solitude and peace. We should all have one. Lovely!
Thank you,Brenda. It is nice to have something/someone to hold on to.
Thank you. Lovely tie in with Psalm 91. Blessings.
Thank you, Faye. Do you know the song “leaning On Jesus?” He’s my go-to security. As I know he is yours.