Good Wednesday evening, my Readers! It is that time of the week where Rochelle, our feisty leader, sends us a photo (thank you, Nick Allen, for graciously allowing us to borrow it) and we must use our grey matter and imagination to come up with a story that inspires, excites, entices, horrifies, or just plain amuses you. From around the world comes all sorts of wonderful stories. I kid you not! Just click on the blue frog below and you’ll have access to anywhere from 70 to 100 stories! Including this one. Hey… how about you add yours? Click on Rochelle‘s name and find out the how-tos and then add your story to the list!
In Their Care
As a self-sufficient and capable man, he was no stranger to the myriad tools stored neatly in his huge shed. From saws to planers to drills; name it, he had it ~ all bearing a well-worn patina. Also parked neatly were a lawnmower/snowblower, a four-wheeler and a big log-splitter. The man could take care of himself.
Until he couldn’t.
His grandsons minded the place for him. They drained the gas from the vehicles, sold off his tools for peanuts, turned the house into a pigstye. The lawn had become one giant junkyard.
All that was left undisturbed were his oil cans.
Damn … how sad. 😦
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Very… 😦
And I wish it were fiction.
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Yikes!
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Yep…
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I should have known because of the way you write.
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Damn. I’m predictable…
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LOL … no big deal. Then again, aren’t we all.
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Well…
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Picked the opener for the next act. Tough choices this time.
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I’m gonna be late. Working… Christmas party number 2.
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No big deal because I know you’ll be there when you can. If all goes as planned, last act will be 22nd Dec.
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Why shouldn’t it? 😉
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Assuming non glitches in life that get in the way.
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Uh huh.
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Q,
Art imitating life mayhaps?
B
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B,
Art…right. Definitely life inspired.
Q
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I was pretty certain but I didn’t want to look foolish in the assumption. I’m not sure why I didn’t want to look foolish, since you wouldn’t have found me foolish, but hey.
There’s a sadness to it, in the pieces of a life that is no longer here.
But it’s not the STUFF that needs to stay in our possessions, is it? It’s the stuff that ain’t stuff at all. . .
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Nah, you wouldn’t have looked foolish and you know I’m too often inspired by real life in these friggen “fiction” stories…
There is a huge sadness indeed.
And, no, it’s not the STUFF that’s important in the long run. The stuff that ain’t stuff should be what’s treasured and that’s why it’s so sad because in this case, the STUFF is representative of the stuff…
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Art imitates life, after all.
Yes, and that truly is the special stuff right there, wouldn’t ya say?
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It does, after all.
I would indeed.
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I knew it! 😉
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🙂
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Aww… Ungrateful, careless offspring.
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Perfect words to describe them…
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I don’t want to be too hard — heirs must sometimes sell stuff — but the destruction of something valuable is so sad to see. It will be worthless before long.
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If it’s done in good faith, it’s one thing; this was not. And he’s not dead.
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Awww, that’s just so sad. May they rust away with no oil in sight to revive them.
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It is. May they realise they cannot return.
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That was very sad very quickly, how a life can change in a moment on a sixpence.
Great stuff Dale
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That it can. I know too well.
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If they weren’t feral idiots they might have sold off his shelf as an artwork. I hope somebody rescues those cans soon. Great story, Dale.
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They are heathens, don’t know art if it fell on them! Thank you, Jilly.
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Perhaps new life will ferment in the junkpile
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Perhaps!
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That is a sad tale this week 😦 I feel for the old man.
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It is sad. His heart was broken.
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I just hope he wasn’t looking down from on high. A sorrowful story indeed.
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No, he saw from the car window… and was indeed filled with sorrow.
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Dear Dale,
As others have said, how very sad, particularly being based on a real life situation. It’s a pity he couldn’t have passed down some of that work ethic and responsibility to the next generation. Well written as always.
Shalom, my friend,
Rochelle
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Dear Rochelle,
It is a sad story and one that filled us with anger. No, his daughter did.nothing to instill any good ethics in them. I thank you for your praise.
Lotsa love,
Dale
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Incredibly sad. I loved the line “until he couldn’t”. There’s such finality in that. Beautifully done.
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Thank you, Sandra, so glad you thought so.
A hard reality.
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So very sad. I saw above that it’s based on a real-life situation, which just makes it sadder.
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Heart breaking…
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So sad, his kids evidently don’t share his values.
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No, they don’t.
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Ahhh, too too often this happens. It is so sad. Great story this week.
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Yes, too often. Thank you, Jelli.
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good one Dale. Sadly, this shit happens. 😀
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Thanks, John. Sadly, it does…
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The saddest line, “The man could take care of himself, until he couldn’t,” reminds me of our limited years. So well written! 🙂
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Thank you so much, Brenda!
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Ah, that was so sad! Great take on the photo prompt, Dale.
Susan A Eames at
Travel, Fiction and Photos
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Thank you Susan. Glad you liked.
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Gosh, some element of that reminded me of my grandfather. Yea, too easily we rid ourselves of tools we believe of no more use.
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Ridding them ourselves is one thing, having them gotten rid of behind our back for their own gain is another matter…
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I remember my grandfather’s shed, the tools he had in there. Then cancer struck. The next time I visited his shed was bare, and he was gone. I was 10.
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Oh man…
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Long time ago, hey. 🙂
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Oh. Phooey. Rats. Boogers. What a horrible thing. No one valued his stuff the way he did. Shame.
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A huge shame indeed. Some people cannot be helped no matter how many kindnesses we show them.
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Rotten grandsons, no respect. The only intriguing thing about them is why they left the oil cans?
It seems to me, as generations continue on, respect & caring for elders is getting lost in the mad shuffle of material wealth accumulated as easily as possible, and the best selfies one can share.
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Rotten to the core. They probably figured the oil in the cans was useless – can’t put it in your car to drive.
So sadly true, Resa. Where is the respect going?
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I don’t know. There sure isn’t much of it left, though.
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Obviously, that is one heck of a fab piece, or I would not have reacted the way I did!
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I thank you. Always good when a gut reaction happens!
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yes, it happens. sad.
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It does. And it is.
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Unfortunately this story is both very real and very common
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Very much so.
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The old man and his shed were both victims of neglect. Sad!
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Yrs they were.
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I loved your remark in the intro about using our “grey matter” to conceive a story. 🙂
There’s a passage of scripture in Ecclesiastes where King Solomon states that those who inherit our “treasures” won’t view them as treasures at all, but simply junk to be disposed off. This is what I tell Connie about her antiques. Better sell them before you die or they’ll wind up in a rumage sale going for peanuts.
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Sometimes we have to dig deep into sais grey matter, sometimes it just happens😉
And how true. If this were an inheritance. This was more of a “cat’s away” situation. Gramps is.still of this world.
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That’s a sad betrayal of their old grandpa. My mum tells me that when her Grandmother died in the 1960’s she had so much Victoriana that was so unfashionable that they built a bonfire and burnt it all. By mistake, they also burnt a portrait of their Grandfather. Philistines.
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Oh no!!
Philistines, for sure!!
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Sad and very real – to you and to me. My apartment building is just an ordinary rental building except for the people who inhabit it. Many of my friends in the building are inching toward life’s end. It is sad to see them go but rich in the experience of understanding this is a real part of life.
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I do feel you, Ina. It is not easy to experience life’s arc at times. The important thing is to live it to the fullest and cherish everything as it comes.
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So glad he got to keep something. Still, such a terrible truth. *sigh*
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It is…
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Sorry this is more fact than fiction, or worse, all fact? You caught a lot of emotion in just a few words.
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Not all, but most. Inspired by true events, sadly.
Thank you, Alicia
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He did not teach them right when they were growing up. Then again, I didn’t teach my kids right either.
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Well, he taught his daughter… SHE did not teach them well…
I frankly look at mine and wonder how much I screwed up…
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Wow, avarice is alive and well I see. I know someone who inherited a large sum of money, and inside of a year they were broke, again. Shameful. You definitely stuck a chord with this one.
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It is. Serves them right!
Glad it made you feel!
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There was such poignancy in this and now I see why. How very sad. You’ve captured it wonderfully though!
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Thank you, Karen. So glad I did.
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A dreadful way of life. No one cares or appreciate our things like we do.
Well written, my dear ….
Isadora 😎
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Thank you, Isadora.
It is dreadful to be that kind of person who could do such a thing.
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Heartbreaking. It’s so sad to see someone who was once so capable regressing to a helpless state. His grandchildren obviously have no respect for him.
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It is. Someone who was so self-sufficient to be rendered helpless is awful. As for the grandchildren – what to say…
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From the other comments, I can see that this is a true story for someone close to you. I’m sorry you’ve had to witness this situation.
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It was sad to witness, I can tell you that. And extremely maddening as all hands were pretty much tied to intervene in time. Nothing like opportunists to take advantage of the weak.
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How frustrating.
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Very.
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Such a sad scene. But well written all the same!
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Thank you, Russell, it is bot sad and maddening.
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I can agree with that.
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both… not bot 😉
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How values can change from one generation to the next. This is a sad story of the heirs not recognizing the value of their inheritance.
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So very true. They were in the now and didn’t care about anything else.
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I think this happens so often… some men’s pride are built on mechanics… but it’s not always passed to the next generation…
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I’m sure it does. Some men’s pride is their ability to be able to take care of themselves and when they find themselves in the position of having to depend on others, it can break them.
That the next generation is not so self-sufficient…
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This story hit me like a punch in the gut.
Well told, Dale.
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Thank you, Dawn. It punched us, too…
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Ye gods! I hope the old man wasn’t around to see it.
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Unfortunately, he asked to be brought there before the house was sold… He was heartbroken, to say the least.
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Oh no. At first I thought it was a sweet story. Lovely old man with his stacked garage… them it turned
Awful sons!!
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Awful grandsons… 😉
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Oh even worse!!
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Sounds like a case of elder abuse. You showed the transition from a self sufficient man to one needing care well as it made the son’s behaviour even more reprehensible (if that is possible).
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Thank you, Irene. So very glad I did well
The grandson was taken in after the mother left… not enough time to instil good manners, apparently.
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Oh, I wasn’t expecting that. That is so sad!
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Thank you, Sascha. It is.
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No! poor guy! What is the world coming to Dale? 🙂
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Hell and a hand basket, I fear…
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