Photo Prompt © Ted Strut
It was a good year, in fact, it was a great year, so many people said that.
Do you know why?
I will tell you.
Come, sit down here. Just next to me.
Ahh, such a booming town. Lively, busy, such a good place to be then.
He thought for a moment, and continued.
What a beautiful car. It was my first, you see. Very grand at the time. He smiled, showing his gums.
I wonder what happened to it.
You see, I don’t remember that.
Lots of things I don’t remember now.
Does anyone know?
I guess not now.
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Thanks to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers
Genre: Historical Faction
Word Count: 100
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“All that is gold does not glitter, not all those who wander are lost; the old that is strong does not wither, deep roots are not reached by the frost” – J.R.R. Tolkien
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That’s a beautiful quote… and it’s true, in many cases.
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That’s my car ….. wonderful ❤️
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Excellent… and I’m laughing, Gary!
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Such a poignant poem.
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Thanks, Liz. That was the first thought I had.
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You’re welcome, Chris.
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Such a poignant story Chris.
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Thanks so much, Sadje. 💛
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You are most welcome, Chris♥️
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good year hair down
bad year socks up
j lennon
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I’m just smiling… dear JL.
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‘I guess not now,’ … says it all Chris, … and much, much more, …💙
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My head is nodding… and vigorously. Thanks so much, Penn. 💛
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That is so touching. There’s so much we remember, and so much we don’t. 🤔
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I think that’s the way it goes… so many years in our heads now.
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Eloquently evocative, Chris. Times inexorably marches on…
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Indeed. We are all marching from day to day, and it seems to be more quickly from decade to decade. But, such is life.
By the way, Dave, how is your big toe now? All better?
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Thank you, Chris!
First of all, I meant to write “time” rather than “times” in my previous comment.
Yes, time does seem to move more quickly as we age. It doesn’t respect the many “Stop” signs on our local streets. 🙂 😦
Boot is off the foot. Toe is not perfect but getting better. I’m able to walk Misty the cat again, at least. 🙂 Thanks for asking!
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Well, let’s not talk about time… or times, for a bit. I’m pleased that you can walk again, especially with you and Misty… I thought it was both of you together on Facebook again. 🧔♂️🐈
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Ha! 😂 (Your time/times line.)
Yes, no more Misty video reruns with new captions. 🙂 That was SO 2020. And 2021. And…
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“It Was A Very Good Year.” Frank Sinatra, 1961 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TeDfgUvyKHk
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Perfect! I love that song. Thanks so much, James. Listening just now, although I have that in my CD collection.
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Lovely poem, Chris.Ask me again tomorrow;maybe I’ll remember.
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Haha, we all know that one… sorry, what was that?
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Good poem 👏
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Dear Chris,
It was a very good year was pretty much the theme of my story, too. 😉 Nice.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Nice to know about the years, eh? Glad that you enjoyed that, Rochelle. I’m very pleased that I found the FF place!
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A beautiful poem about memories on the brink of being lost.
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Aww, thanks very much!
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A touching poem, Chris! Everything seems like it just happened yesterday, but I don’t remember when or where!
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I’m just the same about that – when and where!
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I like this! My memory is leaving me behind everyday.
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Well, that’s the both of us, isn’t it, I guess! Thanks, Rene.
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It’s a trial for sure… You’re most welcome!
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What a lovely touch of melancholy, Chris. Bravo.
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Aww, thanks so much, Matthew!
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That was a “good” year, just like that car!! 😁😅👏💖
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Exactly, for that old car. But not for us, eh?!! 😉😆🥰
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What a very touching piece, Chris. It’s best to be at peace with what we don’t remember and enjoy what we do.
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Very true! Thanks so much, Brenda.
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My first was a blue 1962 Ford Falcon. Hated that car, but I loved to drive it. Nice poem Chris.
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Ah shame, Darnell! The things that we did when we were young, eh?
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Absolutely Chris
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I think my one grandfather had a car like that… interesting story too… He had discovered that his key to the car/engine was a master – but it was all good as he was a Sherif! 🙂
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Gosh, how interesting – and something actually true!😊
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