Flash in the Pan

A Quarterly Posting at Tiny Lights

Picture To The Past

by Joseph Rimbeck

If you walked into my home you would see several pictures hanging on the walls. A few are photographs of various friends and relatives, a couple of oil paintings of ocean scenes or forest trails, and then you would notice one embroidered picture of a tiger resting in a grassy savanna.

It wouldn't take you long to see that the embroidered piece is something special. Besides the stitch work being beautifully done, you can see that the canvas has been yellowed from years of hanging in the sunlight. The picture is surrounded by a solid wooden frame that a person wouldn't buy for something cheap or superficial.

When I see you showing interest in the picture, I would mention that my grandmother embroidered it for me thirty years ago, pointing to her initials stitched down in the corner. I would then ask if you had noticed how the picture starts out in great detail on the top with the dark stripes on the tiger's brown-yellow body, the long whiskers and piercing eyes; even the grass behind the great cat is well represented. Then, as you look down, the picture fades into just pieces of the tail and stray outlines of the paws.

I would then share with you how I would constantly tease my grandmother about not finishing her work, asking her "Where is the rest of the tiger?" She would inform me that the paws and body were hidden in the grass. I would continue to goad her by pointing out that she hadn't put any grass there, either. At which point she would go into a lecture about my lack of imagination.

I would probably have the same grin on my face telling you the story as I did back then facing her. Right then you could tell that the picture isn't hanging on my wall because it was a beautifully crafted piece of art. It is on my wall to bring me back to a time before my grandmother's condition dissolved her memory like the tiger dissolving in her picture. Back to when she knew that I was her grandson. Back to a time when she loved me and could remember I loved her.

Joe Rimbeck is a writer who has just recently begun sharing his words with others.

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