Friday, December 10, 2021

Rust ~ Post No. 36

Three large diesel engines sit in one of my fields below. They are huge and too much work and expense would be needed to move them. 

Many years ago, I was in the shed when a man came to the open door and said, "hello, my name is Per Persson, and those engines in your field belong to me. I would like to have them back."

Actually, while left in my field, they did belong to me and Errol, who would have a problem giving them up. 

Errol had difficulties parting with things. The most annoying difference between the two of us, as far as I was concerned. 

Per Persson, he couldn't have had a more Swedish name than that, so we struck up a conversation about the engines, his mom who had just died, and bit of Sweden too. 

I told him my husband may have a difficult time letting the engines go, but that I would check with him. 

Of course Errol wanted to keep the engines. 

I'm sure we had some strong words between us. 

I never saw Per Persson again.

The engines are still here, and now I may have found some use for them: 

Rusty models for my blog! 


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