It's been a strange week or two. I've been reminiscing, mostly about my early life with my parents, both of which have passed on. Mom went first, about 2 years ago, and as of last week, Dad's been gone a year now. It's funny what can bring those memories back - it's not just anniversaries and the like. Most often for me, it's different smells.
One is the smell of old machinery... the smell of 50 year old grease on an old truck, tractor or car. If you've ever smelled it, you know what I'm referring to - it's a distinctive odor, not anything like a modern mechanic's shop. It's the smell of the old "H" or "M" tractors; the old flatbed truck; and all of that ancient machinery that is still toiling away on the old farm, decades "past their prime" - and to this day, to be truthful, still are, in the possession of my uncle.
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