Memories On French Hills Farm

7 Jun

Memories On The Farm-1

Piece by piece, sometimes in bulk groupings, items were sold off at an auction on a farm. I talked to the daughter of the deceased who was selling the farm. She seemed to me a person strong and gentle at the same time in her character. But there were hints of sadness emanating as the scene unfolded before her. The years of accumulation, both needs and wants, were being sold off to the highest bidders. A necessary decision not made any easier by the sometimes cavalier and commercial atmosphere. Some were bought by people who would cherish them in their own homes. Some were bought by people with no attachment other than the additional dollars they can resell it for.

I wondered as these items were being sold, not just for the daughter I talked to but the other family members there as well, if memories were being relived. Perhaps smiles tugged at the corners of mouths as certain memories were triggered when items were showcased. Perhaps some items triggered sad hearts and tears of a happenstance long buried. Perhaps some items elicited gasps as they had been completely forgotten or assumed lost.

Memories are powerful. They even have the power to transform your trajectory in life depending on how you allow it to affect you.

Are you going to let memories keep you in the past? Lamenting the “good old days”? Wishing…hoping…waiting for someone, some thing, some (fill in the blank here) to bring back what once was?

Or are you going to propel forward into making new memories, new adventures, new possibilities? You’re not leaving behind the memories of the past. It’s your heritage. Take them with you. But move forward. Make new ones to pass on to future generations coming after you.

The image featured here, to me, seemed to be evocative of a time that once was. A time where things were simpler and had more of a slower rhythm. I was regaled with a story by the owner who worked the farm as a boy during summers. He shared a story that happened right there in that image. The memory was as clear to him as if it was yesterday. He became the boy once again as he retold that amusing story. It was as if, while he was walking through that corridor, it seemed to whisper “Remember that? Remember?”

I hope you’re the fortunate recipient of good memories from the past. May you be blessed with good memories in the making and still to come. Then when you are feeling a little “under the weather”…when you’re feeling a little inadequate as a person…when you’re feeling a little crabby from a trying day…whatever may be, whatever may come…then stop, pull out a good memory and let your spirit be refreshed again.

Comments/thoughts are always welcome. Feel free to post below in the comments section. Thanks for allowing me to share with you  “images from a quiet world”.

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French Hills Farm

4 Responses to “Memories On French Hills Farm”

  1. Terri Chartrand June 7, 2018 at 10:04 pm #

    Really enjoyed this story. This post has made a new “memory” for me. Even though I was present at this farm on the same day, seeing thru your eyes is a different view of the day. Thank you.


    • Steve Hadeen June 8, 2018 at 5:24 am #

      Thanks Terri. Sometimes what we see is totally different from another person’s eyes. Glad you enjoyed it and garnered a new memory for yourself.

      Thanks, Stephen Hadeen

      Sent from my iPhone



  2. Wanda Hadeen June 8, 2018 at 7:11 am #

    I love your photos but even more I love the way you put into words what they mean to you. Good memories are a gift I wish every person had. The older I get the more they mean to me. Thank you


    • Steve Hadeen June 8, 2018 at 10:09 pm #

      Thanks for the compliment. I do enjoy the process of creative writing. The more I do, the better I’ll get….I hope! Lol. I’m glad this post spoke to you in the way it did.


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