{"id":2635,"date":"2010-04-14T21:02:12","date_gmt":"2010-04-15T03:02:12","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/seanthorenson.wordpress.com\/?p=2635"},"modified":"2015-01-01T09:52:03","modified_gmt":"2015-01-01T14:52:03","slug":"mowing","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.thorenson.com\/inklings\/mowing\/","title":{"rendered":"Mowing"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-medium wp-image-2636\" title=\"Mowing\" src=\"https:\/\/www.thorenson.com\/inklings\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/mowing.jpg?w=450\" alt=\"\" width=\"450\" height=\"363\" \/><\/p>\n<p><strong>The smell of freshly cut grass always takes me back to the summers of my childhood.<\/strong> My younger brother and I shared the responsibility of mowing an elderly widow&#8217;s yard every summer, a kind woman who we all had come to know very well. We spent time visiting her and her late husband when we were younger, so it really wasn&#8217;t much of a chore but an honorable duty. We called her &#8216;grandma&#8217;, though I think she privately despised it.<\/p>\n<p>Whenever her grass began looking unkempt we hauled down dad&#8217;s old side-bagger Briggs and Stratton and spent what seemed like a whole day mowing. Not only was her lawn expansive, but very intricately landscaped. The backyard was a very quaint and shady respite with lots of shrubbery and herringbones of railroad ties, so maneuvering the old mower became a matter of efficient geometry. I&#8217;m pretty sure this is where I developed my mowing technique. I would trace the perimeter of the area of what I was going to mow by &#8216;cutting in&#8217; and then, very meticulously, I would strive to make the straightest mowing lines possible. Even trees that fell in the path of my &#8216;lines&#8217; I would carefully swerve around, back up, and continue on my &#8216;line&#8217; as if the tree were not there.<\/p>\n<p>After the task was complete, I&#8217;d report to the front door, ring the doorbell and await the wrought iron storm door to open. Some days she would invite me in for a short visit, which on hot summer days I appreciated very much because she had a window ac unit to keep it cool. Pay day was either by cash or check \u2013 you could expect four crisp Washingtons and a Kennedy half dollar or a beautifully printed check. Having been a perfectionist school teacher, her penmanship was incredible (to this day, my printed signature is inspired by the late Alma Schwartz).<\/p>\n<p>I realize now probably more than I did then how important it is to respect and care for the elderly. I appreciated the payment for doing the work, but I think she cherished the time to visit with someone who took an interest in what she had to share \u2013 and I guess I did too. The saddest part of all those summers, is one day we didn&#8217;t do the mowing anymore. I don&#8217;t remember why exactly, whether another young neighbor had assumed the duties as we grew older, but the year Grandma Schwartz passed away I felt incredibly sad that I hadn&#8217;t visited her for so many years. It&#8217;s funny how something like mowing the lawn can teach you so much.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The smell of freshly cut grass always takes me back to the summers of my childhood. My younger brother and I shared the responsibility of mowing an elderly widow&#8217;s yard every summer, a kind woman who we all had come to know very well. 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