Sepia Saturday

Sepia Saturday

Friday, August 3, 2012

One bicycle.........


Pursuing a possible shot of something with bicycles, I did remember having this one fifties black and white.  I am six and my brother Dwight would have been 9 years old.  We are standing in front of our old farm house in southern Iowa and it must be early spring.  It is a repost photo from my blog a year or so back.

My brother Dwight was into bicycles.  I don't know how he obtained them but he seemed to always have two wheels around to ride.  I think maybe that this bike was one of my older brothers' bikes.  I wasn't riding anything that required balancing on thin rubber tires at that age.

Later on Dwight put some money together and bought himself an English Bike.  That is what we called it in southern Iowa.  It was actually what we buy today as a modern bike with it's lighter frame and with gears and hand brakes.  The gear thing was a real fascinating invention to me.  He did look like he had a foreign bike compared to our clunkier thick metal bikes.

We had dirt roads that were used by my dad to get access to his farm fields.  They were dusty two wheeled paths with weeds and grasses growing down the middle of them.  One could go behind our farm buildings and coast down the hill to build up momentum to then head west up the farm road.  I remember the wild yellow flowers that were short and they grew all along the path. The Queen Anne's Lace would be swaying in the breezes as you traveld down the road.  In early summer the Meadowlarks would be singing and the bumblebees were always busy seeking necture.

My begging for a new bike yielded for me three used bikes from a farm sale.  I was a lot disturbed about that but the two smaller well used bikes and the one larger one became a great summer thing for me.  I learned to ride a bike by getting at the top of the hill and coasting down it for a few times.  After the falls and the trial and error of being on this strange thrilling machine,  I learned to turn towards the fall and I was riding.  I rode all the time every summer.

My brother passed away in 2008 and the photo of us two seemed to be so long ago.  Me in my baggy, homemade long sleeve shirt and he in his T shirt.  We were closer friends back then. He became self destructive and difficult to be around by his late 20's.  The difficulty proved to make all family members withdraw and he succeeded in that early finishing of his life.  I think the early years of school were his only real happy times in his life. He did love his bikes.

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10 comments:

Little Nell said...

How wonderful to remember the happy times. I was never allowed to have a bike for some reason, though I did get to sneakily ride my friend's.

(Queenmothermamaw) Peggy said...

A great piece of writing and went straight to my heart. Losing a sibling in the prime of their life is the hardest challenge I have ever faced. Biking is a wonderful exercise even for the elderly. My son is looking for a a big tricycle for me. LOL I see them around but they are very expensive new. I learned to ride a boy's bike since my boyfriend did the teaching. Some painful contacts along the way. With the bike that is.
QMM

Wendy said...

I still have my childhood bike -- just can't part with it.

Bob Scotney said...

I remember my three wheelers and that first real bike with a fixed wheel which proved so dangerous if you forgot that back pedalling applied the brakes - and led to breaks of a different kind.

Postcardy said...

We called the lightweight bikes with gears "English racers," and the ones I remember actually were English brands Raleigh and Dunelt.

Bees Knees Daily said...

Your writing is heartfelt - I'm sorry to hear about your brother.

As a kid, I also liked to take my bike to the top of the hill and then coast or sometimes race all the way down. To think we didn't wear bike helmets back then - it's a wonder any of us survived! During the summer I spent hours riding my bike - such fun memories.

Sharon said...

I could just imagine the farm tracks. You took me to another place. Thank you.

Oregon Gifts of Comfort and Joy said...

What a precious picture and lovely memories. That is a good idea; heading down a hill to learn to balance ... you forced your self to learn quickly.

It is difficult when somebody in the family has such problems. We have that going on now, but because it is a true mental illness there is little help or hope for one who sees no reason to seek it.

Kathy M.

Crystal Mary said...

Wonderful memories Larry. My parents went everywhere on bikes. My little brother was on the back of my mothers one and I sat on the front of my fathers.. My elder brother and sisters each had their own. How wonderful those days were. I don't believe anyone paid to attend a gym then..we got exercise from necessity.

oldmanlincoln said...

I had to ride old bikes that were trashed by other boys. Dad finally got me a new "Western Auto Flyer" from the Western Auto store and I was so proud to ride it. But it was nothing compared to the other boys some of whom rode Schwinn bicycles.