The Watermelon Patch: 1958

–Stories from the dirt road

In the early morning when the first pink clouds appeared in the sky, you woke me from my slumber. You put your fingers to your lips, and we snuck out the back door.

The morning dew covered the melons with beads of moisture. They were cold and wet. You picked up a few and thumped them to see which were ripe. We narrowed it down to two and you let me choose.

It had to make the right sound, a deep hollow sound and you knew the inside would be red and juicy. You took out your yellow handle case knife and sliced it in half, then cut a crescent for each of us. We sat on the damp ground of the watermelon patch spitting seeds, faces sticky with juice. Just Dad and me, no words said, none needed.

You should never hesitate to embrace the spontaneous moments that happen in life. They cannot be planned; they happen as they happen. Cherish these moments. They are life’s rewards, our memories that last a lifetime.

These are the chronicles of our family and even though they come from my childhood memories and are deeply rooted in a child’s remembrance. I hope they may feel what it was like in the time before them and cherish the things the elders left behind, lest they be forgotten

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Larry Tyler
Larry Tyler
Awaken the possibilities … then unleash them. After 55 years of successful retail management, I have returned to my passion of writing. I write Poetry, Storytelling, and Short Stories. As a child, I grew up on front porch storytelling. I would sit and listen to my Dad and his brothers tell these great stories that were captivating, and I always wanted to hear more. I wanted to experience the things they talked about. I started writing at a young age and reading everything I could get my hands on. At twelve years old I started a storytelling group and several of my friends became writers or poets. At 16 I hopped box cars and worked the tobacco fields, orange groves, picked cotton, and spent many nights around a campfire listing to life stories. Someone once asked me why I wrote. It consumes an amazing amount of time and I assure you it is not going to make me rich. I write so that my children can touch and feel my words telling of the ones that came before us and the stories they told me. These are the chronicles of our family and even though they come from my childhood memories and are deeply rooted in a child’s remembrance at least they may feel what it was like in the time before them and cherish the things the elders left behind. I am a Columnist & Featured Contributor, BIZCATALYST360 and I have The Writers Café, a group on LinkedIn that features Poets, Writers, Artists, Photographers, and Musicians . On Facebook I have two groups and one page; Dirt Road Storytelling, From Abandoned To Rescue Dogs And Cats, and About Life, Love And Living. As writers, it is true that we honestly do not know what we hold within us until we unleash it. When our words inspire others only then will inspiration return to the writer. I will spend my twilight years in search of the next story, the next poem, and the next image. I will take the time to enjoy my Wife, our Dogs, and Cats, and our amazing new home and I will always find the time to walk down a dirt road I truly hope is that I never have to read another book on Leadership, be on a conference call or see another plan o gram as these were the tool for what I did in life and not about who I am.

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  1. Larry, I was so happy to accidentally discover your writings today, while celebrating Denise and Bryan. I had many childhood adventures with my dad, and while I never put in the hard work that you did, my adventures are so precious and thankfully still clear. I lost my dad in 2020 at 93. He was a child of the depression era and a sailor during WWII, so he shared many stories while we were playing in creeks and woods. I look forward to learning to navigate this site and catching up on the rest of your writings.

    • Thank you I am glad you read my story. Please tell me about who you are and how you found my story.

  2. Hello Larry, I have been away from writing articles for Bizcatalylst for several reason, missing the reads of many articles of those I use to follow. Back now, and this article on your memories instill in my own mind some of my own. Strong writing as usual and I look forward to reading more.

    • Thank you, my friend. It was a time before FB, social media and streaming. We actually we outside and had adventures