left hanging

left hanging

 

It was one of those screen doors with a spring to ensure it closed behind a person and every time it did there was an unmistakable squeak followed by a slam.

Sometimes, when the latch was left hanging, the wind caught the door, flinging it wildly open, stretching the spring and separating the coils. It no longer had the tension of a new spring, but it still had that memorable slam. To this day it’s a sound that conjures up feelings of warmth and safety in my mind’s eye.

However, the noise of the squeak and slam were different for my mother who heard it every time one of us entered or exited the back door so she made use of the latch and kept it hooked.

The house was circa 1890 and time had taken its toll on the tightness of the structure. We lived in a safe neighborhood at a time when people didn’t lock their doors during the day so the front door was always open, but my friends all lived in the direction of the back of the house and I’d come to that back door, give it a pull, find it latched and let out a sigh.

Instead of walking around to the front of the house I figured out the door had enough play in it to pull it open, get my finger through the slit, and flip the latch. Pulling it open too far placed tension on the door and the latch wouldn’t budge. It was a tedious bit of opening. Just the right amount of space for me to flip the latch and come home.

 

— i said that

 

 

One never can tell from the sidewalk just what the view is to someone on the inside, looking out.
— George Ade said that

 

 

(#sagegrass)

27 Comments

a penny for your thoughts?

Elaine Hancockreply
March 12, 2018 at 6:07 pm

This is a beautiful close up image. Wonderful detail and textures. I love these old latches. They have so much character!

B. thomasreply
March 12, 2018 at 7:12 pm

Yep, I remember a screen door and latch just like you described.

Harryreply
March 12, 2018 at 7:30 pm

I love the rust and the white on white, but the focus could be more uniform

sherrireply
March 12, 2018 at 9:33 pm
– In reply to: Harry

it”s a Lensbaby macro shot

the Lensbaby gives it that distorted look

Elizabeth Buckalewreply
March 12, 2018 at 10:56 pm

I love your image – macro type shots are a favorite of mine – forcing the eye to focus in on the rust, the bits of paint.
I love your story! Kids are so innovative!

Michael Skorulskireply
March 13, 2018 at 12:47 am

I remember the hooks always looking like this and never new and shiny. A super image.

lislreply
March 13, 2018 at 1:06 am

This really does bring back your memories, sherri. Some nice textures

Tatar@Yreply
March 13, 2018 at 1:44 am

Très belle texture, un bel objet ancien rempli de souvenirs. )

claudine/canellereply
March 13, 2018 at 2:05 am

Très belle prise de vue
Bonne journée

Bill Phillipsreply
March 13, 2018 at 3:25 am

I like this and the memories it holds for you

grouserreply
March 13, 2018 at 4:26 am

Nicely distressed detail shot

Martine Liboutonreply
March 13, 2018 at 4:42 am

j’aime beaucoup ta photo !!! très bon texte !

Graciel·lareply
March 13, 2018 at 5:34 am

I like a lot !
It’s a VERY GOOD picture
I also liked reading this story. (Merrie Melodies. Adventures of yesterday and today) :))

Maria-linareply
March 13, 2018 at 6:34 am

Quelle belle prise, vraiment magnifique! Bise, bon mardi tout doux!

ruthiebearreply
March 13, 2018 at 9:32 am

This image brings back memories of my grandparents’ house in the summer in TN. I like the close up rusty texture

Nicoureply
March 13, 2018 at 10:56 am

Quelle vue ce crocher qui commence à rouiller superbe compo
amitié

Willemreply
March 13, 2018 at 11:32 am

Gray is not ugly, a beautiful detail photo as evidence.

Stevereply
March 13, 2018 at 1:08 pm

Lovely textures and rusty stains.

kikireply
March 13, 2018 at 2:31 pm

I love the focus that isolates the detail of this hook dressed rust! Superb!

mhelenereply
March 13, 2018 at 2:59 pm

Superb framing and textures .

….peterreply
March 13, 2018 at 3:49 pm

to start off Sherri we had the same old latch like yours on our back screen door as well… my brothers and i could open it from the outside as well… i loved your story as much as the texture of the rust old latch….peter:)

Stevenreply
March 13, 2018 at 9:30 pm

What a great storyline that I think so many people can relate to! I love the close-up of this latch with its textures.

Elaine-reply
March 14, 2018 at 2:33 am

reminds me of a line from the book ‘the bridges of madison county’… where her lover DOESN’T let the door slam, and thinks about how easy it is to make a woman happy
about the quote, when i was super ‘sensitive’… i used to stare out the passenger side of the car, and guess, for each passing house ‘happy’ or ‘not happy’… and i’m sure i was right, every single time.

Franzreply
March 14, 2018 at 4:50 am

I like your playing with focus here, and I like the wilted paint and the rust and the textures they provide!
I remember those doors well, and I, too, still hear the ‘squeak and slam’ …

Claudioreply
March 14, 2018 at 3:20 pm

You can give importance to the little things, I like it, the blurred effect on the edges of the image

Dianereply
March 14, 2018 at 9:58 pm

what a grand memory that is. Your writing invokes memories I too have of those spring loaded doors with the hook latch.

By Mariereply
March 19, 2018 at 12:15 pm

I like rust and I like this composition

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