Childhood stories of the old clapboard farmhouse come rushing to mind as I stand here.
Inside the farmhouse is filled with furnishings of those days gone by.
The tin roof, wooden floor planks, cut-out squares in the walls mimicking windows are flanked by louvered shutters.
The cast iron stove kept all six of them warm in this small four room house.
Grandma’s four poster bed of log timbers showcases a rag quilt atop a straw mattress that lays’ on rope springs.
In a corner, sits the old sewing machine for making clothes or rag quilts.
Relics with momentous stories.
2016©Isadora DeLaVega
Genre: Flash Fiction
Word Count: 100
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Inside the Mind of Isadora 
September 15, 2016 at 2:52 am
somehow we fall in love with the childhood clutter
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September 15, 2016 at 4:42 pm
I suppose unless you have a deep fond memory it can be just an item. I enjoyed seeing this type of sewing machine used in my household while growing up. Those are the memories I remember.
Thanks for stopping by my blog and commenting. I appreciate it.
Isadora 😎
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September 14, 2016 at 5:31 pm
Beautiful memories here of days gone by of a past way of life. It would be a good place to make a historical sight and keep it how it is or move it to a place where people could see and it would be educational. Then again, the speaker might just like to keep the space for herself.
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September 14, 2016 at 7:15 pm
A great many antiques will eventually be trashed by youth that don’t have a clue about the items. These sewing machines
were a staple in homes that could afford them. There wasn’t ready made clothing. I suppose that’s why museums
gather items like these. It’s a part of history. I’m happy you enjoyed tis walk down memory lane even if most of it was fiction.
Isadora 😎
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September 14, 2016 at 12:19 pm
Welcome back, Isadora. That was basic living filled with many stories. People had to depend on each other and neighbors were sometimes far apart . Good writing. 🙂 — Suzanne
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September 14, 2016 at 6:21 pm
Yes, Suzanne, it was a very simple and baic time. Families were larger because neighbors lived at a distance. The photo brought me back to when I had heard stories about that life. Thank you for visiting, your very nice comment and the ‘Welcome Back’.
Isadora 😎
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September 13, 2016 at 11:18 pm
The setting reminds me of a room in a museum.
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September 14, 2016 at 7:05 pm
I think this sewing machine is probably in a museum somewhere. I think antiques like this will all be seen in museums only. I’m happy the story took you there. Thank you, Alice, for visiting my blog and commenting.
Isadora 😎
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September 13, 2016 at 9:32 pm
Well described. I could picture it and there is so much this could lead onto.
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September 14, 2016 at 7:03 pm
I’m thinking I should write more on these stories I was told. I’m pleased you liked my story. Thank you, Clare, for visiting and commenting.
Isadora 😎
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September 13, 2016 at 8:03 pm
A really lovely scenario, Issy. My mom had a sewing machine very similar to this one. 🙂
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September 14, 2016 at 6:57 pm
I think many of us have parents ro family that sewed clothes years ago. This story is fiction but I brought a few memoires of stroies I was told into it like the bed. Hope your having a wonderful day …
Issy 😎
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September 15, 2016 at 2:21 pm
I used to sew and crochet all my daughter’s clothes when she was small, and I used to make my own clothes too. It doesn’t seem worth the effort these days, as there’s so much choice in the stores and on line.
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September 15, 2016 at 4:46 pm
Since I was a stay-at-home Mom until my youngest started school, I occupied my spare time sewing, knitting and crocheting too. I’d never make anything today. The clothing is readily available and if you’re a sale shopper like me the a great many bargains can be found. Those were different times and budgets. 😍😀😎
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September 13, 2016 at 6:55 pm
This prompt brings many childhood memories. You described very well.
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September 14, 2016 at 6:27 pm
I think many of us who have parents who came from meager means might be able to have memories such as these, Indira. I;m pleased you enjoyed my story.
Isadora 😎
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September 13, 2016 at 4:43 pm
You’ve described a wonderful scene full of life and stories!
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September 13, 2016 at 6:01 pm
Thank you for your wonderful comment. 😊
Yes, old farmhouses can tell so many stories.
Glad you enjoyed ….
Isadora 😎
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September 13, 2016 at 2:30 pm
Wonderful descriptive piece about the old farmhouse! I felt like I was there looking at it.
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September 13, 2016 at 3:58 pm
Indeed, it’s a visual story. An old farmhouse has many tales to tell. The first being the visual. Glad you enjoyed, PJ. I appreciate your visit.
Isadora 😎
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September 13, 2016 at 2:12 pm
Great story, Isadora. It’s like taking a tour through that house.
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September 13, 2016 at 3:56 pm
AND … the tales behind the walls on your tour can almost be heard. Thank you for the super comment and visit.
Isadora 😎
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September 13, 2016 at 9:13 am
Querida Isadora,
I enjoyed this tour of Grandma’s house. Very vivid and sweet. I an imagine many other memories that accompany these descriptions. A lifetime of stories. Nice one and wonderful to see you back.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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September 13, 2016 at 12:58 pm
Querida Rochelle,
A smile engulfs my face as I read your comment. I always appreciate seeing you here. Kind and complimentary comments are always welcomed. Thank you 😊
It’s nice to be back in the saddle again. Let’s hope I can hang on. 😳
Hope your book has been going as you expected. Looking forward to its release. Mazol Tov 👍
Garcias
Isadora 😎
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September 13, 2016 at 3:15 am
Relics with momentous stories – Many of those relics existed in my Grandmother’s house, and my mother’s. Well captured.
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September 13, 2016 at 12:50 pm
Yes, I remember this item and others @ my grandmothers home. They seemed ordinary. Yet, now, I see them as antiques with stories to tell. I wish I knew them all. Alicia, thank you for visiting and leaving your very nice comment.
Isadora 😎
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September 12, 2016 at 8:40 pm
Great descriptions.
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September 13, 2016 at 12:47 pm
Thank you 😊 for visiting and leaving your very nice comment.
Isadora 😎
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September 12, 2016 at 8:35 pm
Sometimes i feel like any of those things have a story to tell, but when the come together it’s a choir singing harmonies
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September 13, 2016 at 12:45 pm
An excellent way to see those relics, Bjorn. Yes, items passed down seem to want to shout their stories to us. We just have to listen and pen their words. I appreciate your visit and insightful comment. Thank you 😊
Isadora 😎
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September 12, 2016 at 8:00 pm
Sounds very real. Is it?
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September 12, 2016 at 8:08 pm
Yes, Emilio. There are sprinkles of non-fiction in the flash fiction. But, then again, when we write aren’t we all drawing something from our past and bringing it into the present. Thanks for stopping by and leaving your very nice comment.
Isadora 😎
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September 12, 2016 at 7:42 pm
Great conjuring of the past here, Isadora.
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September 12, 2016 at 8:09 pm
Thank you for your lovely comment and for stopping by, Tish. I appreciate it.
Isadora 😎
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