Within the stories of many cultures and religions, there are parables of persistence. Usually those stories involve asking for something that is right, good or just. The basic concept behind the stories, is that we should feel free to ask shamelessly over and over, when the object of our petition is justified, good or righteous. In these cultures and religions, this kind of petition is a positive value that is encouraged. The story of this truck, is like that.
A fellow by the name of Oliver called me and asked me to visit him. He had seen an article on my work and wanted to show me an old Diamond T truck. I visited him on May 18, 2010.
As Oliver tells the story, his grandson Matthew (20) came to him one day to ask about a truck. Oliver was working on a ladder and so when Matthew asked him if he had ever owned a Diamond T. he was too busy to discuss with his grandson, but he told Matthew that his great grandfather (Mike) had owned one. He then dismissed his grandson telling him that the truck was long gone and he should just forget about it.
A few days later Matthew returned. Again he approached his grandfather saying that he had found a Diamond T. He wanted to know if it was possible that it was originally owned by his great-grandfather, Mike. Once again Oliver was busy, and once again brushed him off by telling him that it was impossible to be the same one because it probably had been melted down for the metal and he should just forget about it.
Undeterred, Matthew approached his grandfather a third time. He wanted him to at least go and look at it. Once again Oliver made excuses, and told him that it was not possible. But this time, Matthew had had an impact on his grandfather and the thought of the Diamond T began to work on him. So he drove to where Matthew had told him truck was located, and sure enough, it was the same truck his father had owned. And, his fathers name was still on the side. In Oliver's words "the were these two lights on the fenders, and it was like they were talking to me." At that point Oliver decided to speak to the current owner to see if he could buy the truck. He now ones the very Diamond T that his father Mike bought in 1936 or 37.
In my mind this is a beautiful story of persistence that paid off. In addition to the posting of this truck in my main gallery, I have also posted two other pictures on my support gallery.
The first shows Oliver sitting on the side of the truck when he was perhaps 6 years old. [link]
The second, is Oliver now, sitting just as he did as a young boy. [link]
My thanks Oliver for calling me and introducing me to Matthew and his fathers truck. And a special thank you to Matthew for daring to be persistent, and for sending me the additional pictures to support this submission.
(Note, I will have to return later this summer to take some additional images because the lighting was not ideal for the placement of the truck. Thanks Oliver for giving permission for that additional foray).
I have a friend... cyber friend only... she lives in Florida. We have both lost children, and that is a really strong bond between us. She is quite elderly and when I don't hear from her I am always concerned. This time the worry was justified because she'd been in the hospital. It breaks my heart to know I will lose her one of these days. She told me her daughter had to come live with her because she just couldn't take care of herself anymore.
The interesting thing is that I know one day I'll be there... but that doesn't bother me.
Hopefully you'll have many more chances to talk to Oliver before he goes. Hugs, Anj
I just sent Oliver's grandson an e-mail. That is really the best connection I have to Oliver.
Loss is definitely part of life, and the last year has been that for our family. But it is also part of what we must learn to accept, hopefully with joy and grace. I am not sure how well I am doing with that last bit but I shall keep trying.
What I have found with the older people in my life is that they have become more and more special to me as they have aged. The problem here of course is that when they go, it seems to hurt more. This summer we lost my father-in-law, and my mother-in-law is not well. In addition, both my parents have had problems that have required hospitalization, and now nursing home. For the present, everything is stable... but as you say it is all time limited.
Hopefully with your mom and dad and mother-in-law, you will have a chance to treasure what time you have left. Please accept my condolences and pass them along to your wife. I am so sorry to hear that she's lost her dad. Losing moms and dads is really hard and painful.
I lost my mom in 1997, my dad in 2002 and my daughter in 2006. My stepmother is the only older close relative I have left and she has cancer. Thankfully, the pet scans are showing the tumors haven't grown since the last scan. What breaks my heart in her case is that she lives a good 1000+ miles from me and I can't go to see her. Maybe something good will happen this year and I'll be able to do so. I haven't seen her since my dad's funeral.
I have my other daughter and my grandchildren and I treasure them.
Nostalgia is one of the things I like about your photos... they point back to an older time. I've always liked older things... cars, houses, collectibles, etc. The feelings your photos give me is that you have at least a measure of this in your soul too.
Loosing people close to us is a part of life. No one has bee spared, and awe must all learn to accept the difficulties it brings. I know how you feel about someone close being at a distance. Both my parents (divorced) lived 10 hours away. But in December, my father relocated so that he is now only 40 minutes away. That means I can see him every week, so this is a blessing.
My boys continue to bring me great joy. They are both building lives that any parent could and should be proud of.
I have not yet experienced the pain of loosing a child, and quite honestly I hope I do not have that opportunity. I am note sure I would cope with it very well. I imagine it would be very much like loosing a very large part of myself.
I suppose my work is nostalgic. And I also suppose that is why it speaks to people. It is not that I actually set out to make it this way, but it seems to happen. Part of, and perhaps most of the reason that I photograph the subjects that I do, is because they are available.
Having your father close so you can see him more often is such a blessing and I'm glad you have it.
I can honestly say, Wayne, that I hope you NEVER have to go through losing a child. You have it right when you say it is like losing a large part of yourself. The only thing I can liken it to that comes close is that it's like losing a part of your soul. Nothing is ever quite the same again.
Well, you can say you photo the things you do because they are available, but you do it because they "speak" to you also, right? I really think that's got to be it because otherwise you couldn't make your photos "speak" to others, and you do. Whatever you do, keep doing it, K? I want to keep enjoying your photos. Hugs, Anj
yes it is great to see him. I was able to get out today again.
My best friend lost his son to suicide. I can feel that pain. I hope I never loose one of my boys.
I plan to keep going on my work. I have just launched a new series of pictures called voice of the pioneer and I have already booked three shows. I will need to get working on the images very soon. They are taken and processed, but not printed yet.
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