Tuesday, July 2, 2024

Growing Up In Small Town America Part 13

 

SUMMERTIME

Summertime seemed magical. I lived to be free from school. We played independently outdoors all day. Mother could whistle LOUDLY by using her fingers in her mouth and I knew when I heard that whistle that she meant for me to come home NOW. I knew that if I didn’t come quickly that I might have to select a willow branch from the neighbor’s tree and pay the consequence. We rode our bikes, made play houses from large cardboard boxes, caught fireflies at dusk, and sometimes after dark, we played hide n seek  until our parents called us back indoors. We drank sugar sodas, kool aide, ate sugary candy, yet no one was overweight because we played so physically. We would often go to the newly built baseball park to watch the baseball games until way after dark. We also had a putt putt golf course, and parents would drop us off so that we could play a couple of rounds, until we phoned them to come get us.  On the last hole, you had to putt onto a difficult uphill platform, and if you made a hole-in-one, you won a free game. My best friend, Lisa Jones, and I were jockeying one evening there on the last hole to see who would be the first to make a shot, and she hoisted her club as if to swing hard and her club came around and struck me in the back of the head.  The owner of the course called my parents, they came quickly. Though bloody and with a scar on the back of my head, all was okay. I still wonder today if that is the cause/concussion that I may have had that created my seizures that began in my late 50s.

 

A fond memory is when my cousins would come and we would play on the Slip n Slide and set up a croquet set with wooden mallets.  I established meaningful relationships with my cousins. I grew up around extended family and my cousins were very important as play mates, just right next to brothers and sister.

 

We often set up play dates with friends to go swimming at the Country Club, usually to connect with a larger circle of friends.  Our mothers would pick us up. When they arrived at the house, they would honk the horn and then deliver us to our destination. We would phone home when we were ready to come home.


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