Some people come into our lives and leave footprints on our hearts and we are never, ever the same.” – Unkown
My maternal grandparents owned a farm in Patton, MO when I was a young un. My grandpa farmed, raised sheep and had some dairy cows.
Across the holler from him lived a brother and sister by the name of Bob and Bert Hinson. Now Bob was a colorful ole gentleman. It was said he made some of the best moonshine that ever crossed your lips. I never grew tired of his stories and he never hesitated to entertain me.
On a ridge that overlooked his farm was a large grove of pines. Bob loved to sit in the middle of the grove, roll him a smoke and listen to the singing of the wind as it swirled through the pines.
I remember during one of my visits Bob asked me if I would like to join him in a visit to the ridge among the pines.
We made our way across the pasture and started our climb to the top of the ridge. Even though he was in his 70s you couldn’t tell it. He climbed the steep ridge with ease.
Once we reached the top we made our way to the center. The sound of the wind singing in the grove filled me with peace. Bob sat in his usual place on a fallen tree in the grove. Once settled in he pulled a rolling paper from his shirt pocket and a can of Prince Albert and filled it with his tobacco of choice.
He opened the Prince Albert can and carefully poured the tobacco into the paper and rolled him a smoke. He lit it and took a long drag. We sat there not speaking a word. We just sat there drinking in our surroundings and the symphony being played by the wind upon the pines. There was a great calm and life was good.
Bob finally took his last drag on his smoke and carefully put it out. He turned to me and said remember this boy, when you are one with nature you have everything you need to enjoy life. He then arose from his perch and we headed back to the house.
That was my last visit with my friend. He passed away shortly thereafter in his sleep. I often wonder what was on his mind that day. Did he know that his visit on earth was coming to a close? I am forever honored that he shared that time in the grove with me on that day. As far as I know that was his last visit to the pine grove. RIP my friend. You are still in my heart.
3 thoughts on “Remembering a Childhood Friend”
I love the way you write, so vivid and full of color! I can see you and Bob walking up to the ridge and him rolling himself a smoke. May he rest in peace, and he did good, as I know how much you love nature and being in the great outdoors. Stay safe my friend! ~ Diana
LikeLiked by 2 people
Young lady you never fail to make my day. Thank you for the compliment. You have no idea how much you are appreciated. You stay safe as well.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Heart touching ❤️
Your friend will always be alive in your memories! Thanks for sharing ✨
LikeLiked by 1 person