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In Their Care – Friday Fictioneers

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!

 

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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.

 

117 thoughts on “In Their Care – Friday Fictioneers

  1. 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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  2. 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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  3. 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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  4. 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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  5. 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’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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