The Mower, Grass and Yard

In the post before this one

I shared my new yard art.

Today I wanted to share a couple

of stories of  mowers like this~

When I was a child (kindergarten and

before) we would travel as

a family to visit my grandmother,

dads mom. My dad was from Arkansas

and we were settled in Nashville,

between his mom and mom's mom

in Georgia. I think I was around

kindergarten age when dads mom

past on. Being that young, only 

once a yr visits and her not being

what I would call the most friendly, 

her and I were not close. 

But I do remember her living in

this housing unit of like duplexes

and having a mower like this, 

course it was the 60's model at

that time. Her yard being small

we were allowed to cut the yard

with the mower. I remember thinking

that it was pretty cool at that time. 

Moving on to the next story~

Years ago a couple moved in 

the house behind/to the side 

of mom. Mom lived and I now

live on the corner lot. This couple

seemed to be a tad different, 

aren't we all. The guy bought

a electric mower. Now keep in 

mind these homes were built in 

the 50s/60s, that was when you

got a yard with the house. There

is great distance between homes,

yards are great size but parts of 

Hermitage Hills (subdivision name)

is built on HILLS. So he has a slight

hill in back. A bigger one in front. 

Watching him with a electric mower

on a med size yard and a hill has

been interesting to say the least.

But this yr he has changed mowers,

he is cutting with one like I just

got for YARD ART!!!! Talk about

interesting to watch! The last

two weeks he had gotten 

front and side done, back has

yet to be touched. Since the rain

is laying off it is not bad right now

but that can change fast. 

Memories- we moved into this

house in 66. It was one of 

the newer ones, just finished 

being built. No grass, dirt for

a yard, and lots of rocks. Every

weekend we all three were given

buckets and we had to go out in 

the yard and gather up rocks. Dads

thoughts were keeping said rocks

from messing up the mower. 

From there as I grew older

once a week the grass

had to be cut. We took turns.

Nothing like that hill with 

a push mower. No such thing

as a riding mower for us.

Then came the self propelled!

Wow....the memories.