Prairie Blue


...............at my front door spinning...................just some simple thoughts & happenings of an ordinary woman.....

Sunday, June 16, 2013

a simple thing.........

one of my earliest memories of my Daddy, was the smell of limestone............................stone was his passion.............................i know i have shown this picture of him before, but not only the thoughts of father's day.....but limestone month here in Indiana have been overwhelming in my heart.............
 i still can hear the hum of the air compressor ........the air chissel in his hands...............the sight of tracking limestone dust accross the floor (!).............always in suspense as the semi delivered shipments, wondering if they would make it off the highway without a disaster...................the joy on his face with a new invention of his or the discovery of a new technique..................pure joy when someone would ask about his craft (i think it was an art...a gift!)
i still have many of his limestone pieces, couldn't part with one..........(that is another post!).........i have moved a few of them around this week into the landscaping.......................this one piece is so simple.....just a high way sign......................but so precious..........i couldn't part with it either.........so for years now it has been the step into our screened porch, off of our bedroom...................i love how the moss has grown over top.................but everytime i step onto it....i think of my Daddy and his passion.......................just a simple thing...........................................i am blessed !

2 comments:

TheCrankyCrow said...

What wonderful memories....My father was taken from this world too, too, young (I was only 14), and, yet, there are certain smells, sounds, phrases that can make me believe he is standing right next to me again....Blessings....Smiles & Hugs ~ Robin

sweetvintageofmine said...

Such a sweet post...my Father had a pallet mfg. business..wood! I worked there almost 30 yrs. The first 20 with him....we lost him at the age of 59 yrs. young. Funny how those things that surrounded your father remind us of who they were...yours was limestone, mine was wood. Precious...blessings~~~Roxie