Colors mean a lot to us, though I don’t think we often think about it. Today’s prompt for OctPoWro brought that that back to my mind.
If ask any of my kids, my wife, even my grandson, they will all tell you my favorite color is orange. And it has been since – well, before I knew it was.
Since I was a child
My favorite color was orange
For a while I thought it was blue
But I realized I was wrong as I grewMy favorite color was orange
Even though it wasn’t a popular choice
And certainly not the favorite of other boysFor a while I thought it was blue
And it took me many years to admit
That orange was really itBut I realized I was wrong as I grew
Papaw’s trucks were always orange
It seem this color had appeal to him too
Looking back on find memories from my childhood, I remember my Papaw always had a truck; I can only remember him not having one during the last few years of his life.
The first one I remember was an orange GMC Sierra with a “three on the tree” (three speed manual transmission with the gearshift on the steering column). I loved that truck! In fact I loved it so much that for Christmas that year he and Granny bought me a Tonka truck exactly like it (except for the white cab-roof on my toy); I still have that truck locked away safely today. Every truck he had was a shade of orange; somethings he’d settle for a more red-looking color, but it was still orange.
In the mid-nineties I bought my first truck: a 1971 Chevy C-10 long box; the cousin to the truck Papaw owned and I loved so much. I even began to carry on his tradition of naming the truck. He always called his Betsy if I remember right; this truck was now-and-forevermore The Orange Blossom Special, or “Blossom” for short.
I chose to write this using the trimeric form because of its versatility and lends itself so well with prose, in my opinion at least. I was tempted to go on with more stanzas but didn’t want the poem to become too long; the post’s overall length is more than I’d intended to start with.
What a heart-warming story, Greg! Hey, I meant to ask if your area is in danger of the big storm, name I’ve forgotten already…
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Thank you, J. No, we are far inland here in WV, thankfully! Thanks for asking though 😉
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Oh I’m relieved–I got to thinking about you (and I failed Geography majorly!) when the news stories began to “flood” in…
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I see what you did there: “flood in” LOL
Thankfully we are very protected from most of nature’s wraith by our beloved mountains 😉
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Oh that’s good news, Greg–I’m such a fretting Sis; I call it spiritual multi-tasking, “fret and pray” 🙂
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That’s cute 😉
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Glad you like it–some have taken me to task over it: “Fretting/worry is a sin” they say, referencing the verse about “anything that isn’t Faith is sin”…somewhere… Maybe they haven’t read the parts about “Grace” 🙂
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Worry and anxiety are part of our fallen nature. The Word says to hand them over to God. It’s not a sin to have them, holding them might be. I think Christ was anxious over what He was to face when He prayed in the Garden and yet He was without sin.
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Yes Sir–I was listening to a message from Joseph Prince called “Living the ‘Let Go’ Life”–wow, really ministered to me!
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great memory in orange
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Thank you 🙂
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Bravo! Loved the write .. and I think this is about the first time I’ve ever seen anyone refer to grandfather as Papaw … we use it in our family too! 🙂
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Thank you for the kind words 🙂 “Papaw” has because my “nickname” of choice now, too; a way to remember and honor his legacy I think. It’s neat to hear of others using this unique moniker, too 🙂
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Orange is a cool colour.. its the only the colour that is also a fruit! A delicious one at that. Never heard anyone say Orange is their favourite colour. But it makes me smile 🙂 Its a bright happy colour. Reminds me of tigers, too 🙂
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I expect I’m a rare one with orange but I’m not all “mainstream” anyway LOL I’m glad you liked it 🙂
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Not being mainstream is perfect. My favourite colour is yellow 🙂
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This was a delicious read – it really had such a wonderful flow – I think the form you chose suits it so well … the ideas shared and conveyed – beautiful memories.
Orange is often overlooked …. yet it offers so many glorious possibilities …. and if it is your favourite colour – wonderful …. if the skin fits …. be content. And I have to say, I loved the naming of vehicles – especially “Blossom” – delightful read 🙂
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Thank you for the kind words 🙂 My kids still call that old truck “Blossom” – and it’s been gone for close to 20 years now.
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Sometimes the memories are so treasured that they will linger … and keep on giving back … 🙂
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Amen 🙂
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