Summer time memories
Saturday, August 04, 2018
A friend blogged about summer memories and it triggered a lot of my own. Growing up in a small village boasting a park, post office , country store and church.
I remember playing red light green light, freeze tag, mother may I, Statue, kick the can, king on the mountain, hide and seek (best at dusk). popping tar bubbles on the road barefooted, catching fireflies, catching night crawlers after a rain using flashlights, croquet, badminton in our yard,riding bikes, swimming in the creek under the bridge or down under the water falls, and on rare occasions because it took someone to drive us there, swimming at a friends cottage at the lake. Shale shore line, shale rock in the water and the occasional water snakes swimming past. Then there was catching polliwogs, exploring the woods, gullys and fields with my dog, throwing rocks down abandoned wells to see it there was water in them, going through wild berry bushes to the to the top of the hill where you could sit and see the whole village including my house. Ignoring my mother calling me home and lying on the ground so she wouldn't spot me. Being gone for hours at a time just being in and interacting with nature. Summer was hot, sweaty, sunny and itchy. I hated pulling weeds and I felt like my skin was aflame with itchiness. I remember learning what nettles were really fast!!! Hanging out clothes on the close line and using the same lines to make sheet and blanket tents to sleep out in. Helping to hold the ladder as my dad took off the storm windows in the spring and put them back up in the fall.
Hours of reading books from the library in Ithaca. I would stagger out with as many as I could carry. That was my mom's rule. No more that you can carry. That was a once a month treat. The sound of the maple leaves outside and almost touching my bedroom windows. The sound of the water going over the falls. Gong to bed and hearing the whine of a mosquito in the dark. Reading with a flashlight under the blanket because it was lights out and I I wanted to read and not get caught. A sheet would not block the light so no matter how hot it was I had to use the blanket also. The choice was to read and roast or sleep and sweat. There were nights I read till dawn. I remember summer storms with lightning and great rolls of thunder vibrating back and forth down the valley. Our dog was terrified and often hid under my bed or in it if allowed to do so. I remember the barn swallows dive bombing us when every we had to go near the barn. i remember desperately wanting a horse and never getting one. I thought if we had a barn it was obvious that we should be able to have one. Only as an adult did I realize our property was less than 1/2 an acre. Each neighbor had large lots and there seemed to be lots of space and then the woods started at the back of our property. Through a child's eyes it seemed huge.
Wow what a walk down memory lane. What are your summer memories?