Weekly Photography Challenge: Family

Rather than come up with a picture of my family, I’m posting a series of photos I took recently of my family’s old truck. It has been in the family for roughly as long as I have, but as you can see, it’s been out of action for many years. Dad made me my own little seat between the other two when I was very small. I remember the heat of the engine, close to my feet. We made long trips in it, camping in the mountains when Dad was working near Mansfield. I wasn’t very old, and don’t remember it at all, unfortunately!

As you can see, it has seen better days. Last time I saw it, it was wedged amongst trees that had grown around it in its long idleness. It has now been pulled out into the open, but still wears plenty of evidence of those years in the trees, not to mention the growth of lichen, and the cobwebs, and the rust. Poor old Commer, it sure needs a lot of love…

Weekly Photography Challenge: Nostalgic I

More nostalgia – first, for “The Trip of a Lifetime” ( which we hope to repeat). Photos here are from Seattle, Portland, Aberdeen and parts between. And one I didn’t take, but, (sigh), I miss the (early) 90’s…

Dad's old truck

 

This is my Dad’s old truck. When it wasn’t ‘old’ it was a part of my childhood. One of my earliest memories is of travelling in the middle seat (made by Dad just for me) between my parents, the hot engine warming my feet.Sweet woodbine

Near home, in the middle of ‘bush’ there was the remains of an old house and it’s garden. My favourite thing there was a sweet woodbine – I would go there in spring just to smell it and bring home a few twigs. Now I have a plant in my own garden.saucy

Another fond childhood memory, filled with nostalgia, is of a day when my Mum baked bread, and my Grandma-next-door made tomato sauce. We ate fresh sauce spread on fresh bread…mmmmmm. Today I made some tomato sauce, and although the bread was bought from a bakery, the combination is still delicious, and a trip down memory lane for the taste buds.