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Like everything you wait 20,30,40+ years and its back in style again. Clothes, furniture, even lawn mowers. Well sorta!!!!!! I pulled this out of my great finds stash. A bit on the rusty side and needs a handle but could cutting grass come back to using one of these again. Oh boy, age does not make this look to exciting, when jumping on a riding lawn mower is so much easier.
My gramps used this type of mower all the time. He would breeze along on his manicured lawn like it was nothing. Course he had those blades sharp as a razor and the wheels well oiled. Mine is going to have a lot of work done before its a breeze to use.
Thoughts of higher gas prices makes one think of plan B,C and D
I'm pullin the push mower out and my bike. Oh but the bike will be much harder to use going to the store when we live in the country. The down hill part ain't bad, its that goin up that gets ya : (.
Good part is its a good work out and you don't have to feed em, just simple maintenance, ahem, unlike the one in the picture which has been heavly negeleted for many years.
That ol mower sure brings back memories tho. Grandpa working on his lawn, burning leaves on the curbside , that smelt sooooo good. He would have his ice tea on the big white porch smokin his cigar or a sweet smelling pipe.
He'd have my sister and I going, "Who is lady bug and who is doodle bug" he would ask. Neither of us wanted to be a doodle bug , that just wouldn't do. Of course sis is doodle bug!!!!!!
I love horehound candy, not a favorite to many. But gramps would leave a couple on his dresser for me. He would walk us up to the small corner grocery store, oh it was small. You know how things look bigger when your a little kid, will this store was little then. Sis and I would always get that button candy on a long strip of paper and red licorice, the really good kind. Our small sack of penny candy that we each had a death grip on was treasured for the weekend stay.
You know things today just don't have the favor of foods in the past. Sis and I are still looking for the red licorice of yesteryears.
Gramps had a basement that was made of stone that he painted white.It had a big boiler , but what we like most was the wooded cases of Seven Up, stacks of them. He was rich in our eyes with that kind of stash. Grandma would pour us a small cold glass of Seven Up for a treat. Gosh that was good and she made the best toast in her old fashion gas stove using wooden matches in a special holder to start the oven with.
They would take us on a Sunday drive in gramps Plymouth, Sis and I would hold on those strips in the back seat, no seat belts then. They took us to a spring that many people visited to fill up jugs of ice cold clean water, even mason jars. Oh was that a treat. Water cress growing around, it was beautiful.
So many memories and it seems the simple things where the best.
Sis and I sure loved our grandparents on both side and each has a special place in our heart forever.
Gramps was a railroad man and lived a good life, he loved to work on his lawn and smoke his pipe. He passed away sitting in his rocker on his big white porch.
Gotta go out and mow, hope I got some gas left.
Take care all
Blessings
linda
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