This old red tractor sits in the front yard of my granny’s house in Kingston Springs, TN. It belonged to my grandpa, who passed away in 1987. He was in his 50′s, which was much to young to die. This old red tractor still looks good to have been sitting there, unused for almost 25 years.
I think my uncle Neal likes having it around because it was a big part of my Grandpa’s life and reminds him of his Daddy. You see they had 2 gardens, one big one about an acre or more on the left side of the house and one across the street in front of the house. My Grandpa worked hard taking care of those gardens and tilling the soil.
We used to go help my Granny dig up the taters, pick squash & tomatoes. I loved getting my hands dirty. We would pull a tomato off the vine, wipe the dirt off on our shirts and eat them right there standing in the garden! You can’t buy tomatoes that taste that good in a grocery store.
I can remember one time we were all standing out in the garden watching my Grandpa on his tractor, tilling up the dirt. All of the sudden he stopped and we didn’t know why. So he turned off the tractor and hopped down to see what it was. He picked up something and brought it over to us. It was a tiny baby rabbit!
So being the person that my mother was (a lover of all animals), we took it home with us! My mama fed it with an eye dropper, and eventually he grew into an adult rabbit. We named him ‘Peter Rabbit’. Original right, but we loved the story of Peter Rabbit!
Keep in mind that Peter was a wild rabbit and we were keeping him in a cage that he hated. I know this because he kept trying to get out and was hurting his nose very badly. He would butt his head up against the cage over and over. So my mother decided we should let him go, because of course wild rabbits belong in the wild. Sure we were sad, but it was the right thing to do.
If my Grandpa’s old red tractor could talk, there is no telling the stories it would tell. I am sure it would tell stories of sweat, hard work and repairs. It would tell stories of children riding in Grandpa’s lap around the garden. Stories of wild animals found and cared for, and the many vegetables that grew there and the bellies that they filled.
If my grandpa was still here with us, him and my Granny would’ve been married for 64 years. My Grandpa was my her one true love and only husband. She has never remarried. Love like that is very rare these days! We all should be so lucky to find that someone that fills your heart until there is no room for anyone else and makes you happy with their memories even when their gone!
Is there a special memory you have of your grandpa? If your Grandpa is still alive and well, what memories do have of him as a child. Consider yourself very lucky to have a grandpa to love and to be loved in return.