old Amos again...

I went out to yonder gumtree hills today to see Old Amos.
He was sitting in the soft June sun.
The old dog at his feet.
He said, "here me boy, get hold of them tweezers in the draw in there for me...bloody splinters."
1/3

— Tim Mallon (@PatMalo85776814) June 14, 2020

3/3

He was silent.
I continued with the tweezers.

Then old Amos said, " I remember my mother taking ironbark splinters outa me when I was a boy."

And old Amos didn't say another word; and we sat in the soft sunshine and looked at the hills...

— Tim Mallon (@PatMalo85776814) June 14, 2020

I feel shades of Henry Lawson in these stories...but only shades...the yarn spinning shades...But the main difference is that these stories of old Amos are grounded in that limbo reality between yesterday and today...