I remember walking down the tractor ruts on my grandparent's farm, looking for wild strawberries in the grass between the ruts. Riding on the trailer behind the tractor, kicking my legs in the tall grass, pushing and shoving at brothers and cousins until one of them fell off and then ran to catch up and jump back on. Climbing the pear trees, which was a huge no-no and could get you a licking and playing target practice with the dinner bell and a bb gun. Rowing the skiff out into the middle of the fish pond and swimming in the water from there, but never touching the bottom of the pond because of the leeches. Walking down country side roads looking for glass returnables for the pocket change when we went into town.
It kinda makes me want to cry to think about, because the farm doesn't exist anymore, sold off to developers after my grandparents died. But I had so much fun there every summer, it's nice to recall those idyllic times.
Summer memories:
Feeding the seagulls at Rocky Point while eating clam cakes and chowder.
Contests to see who had the most lemon pieces in their Del's frozen lemonade.
Visiting the Newport Mansions.
Going to Narragansett to visit friends and play on the beach.
Mini golf with my grandfather.
Time sort of mushes together for me. I spent a lot of summers in the wood behind our house, alone. I used to walk for miles along the railroad tracks that were back there, and I liked to follow the dear trails. There were also places where people had dumped garbage many years ago, and you could dig up bottles (sometimes whole, nice ones) and pieces of glass. There also had been a house back there that sort of got eaten into the woods, but you might find pieces of their old sink. I also liked to gather "herbs" and make a sort of tea (that I didn't drink. I would pretend I was a witch. I know one or more summers I wore my red calico dress and sunbonnet (just like Laura Ingall's) almost every day. That was probably the one piece of clothing I just completely wore out.
I also got to walk to the library (because it was on my street) by myself and check out books, which I would read either sitting in a tree, or at the kitchen table, eating apples and pretendng I was Jo March, sitting in her garrett, reading and eating apples.
My neighbor was a farmer and owned a farm stand, and I would wander around over there. I took some of her rejected vegetables for my "teas". I visited with Eric the goat, Sparky the dog, and the rabbits and guinea pigs. I did not like the chickens. I used to be sent for eggs, which we bought by the dozen by just going on her enclosed porch, opening up the fridge, and putting the money in an old berry container. My mom picked for her when she was layed off, and my grandma would too. I came along, because it was fun. My neighbor used to let me pick and keep all the strawberries I could pick in the fields that they deemed done producing. Ususally there were still lots of strawberries, they were just hard to find and required persistance.
I also picked tons and tons of black raspberries in the woods, and we would get bags and bags of vegetables that were too blemished to sell, which we would blanch, then ice, then freeze. Sometimes we bought things to do this with, too. We froze tomatoes, peppers, green, yellow, italian, and purple beans, yellow squash, zucchini, peaches, berries, corn, peas, beets and apples. My grandma and I also took some of the vegetables to different elderly women who lived on the street, and I loved visiting with them and seeing their houses and pretty old things.
This does also make me sad, because the farm is gone, and a lot of the woods, too. There is a house right behind my moms house, and several in the farm fields. (It was a weird farm, because it was in the middle of the village, not out in the country). The neighbors have passed away, and I also can't imagine being that happy again-- I enjoyed pretending and wandering about alone so much!
I'm loving all of the Summer memories.
Now I need to take a shower and wash my tears away. I really really really want to bow out of this party, but these are the same people that I had to cancel out on Christmas due to my horrible meds making me feel homicidal. I simply can't cancel again. Wish me luck. I am trying to look at it as an acting challenge.
Aww, java, this is so hard. You look after yourself. Cut yourself some slack when needed.
Summer memories: sitting in the sun on lawn chairs with my best friend, listening to Radar Love (the cover) on the radio and watching the cars go by.
Long rambly walks through our woods, playing in the creek.
"fishing" in our pond with bits of bread on sticks and buckets. The fish were tame anyway, and got fed a lot. We never caught anything with this method.
Where did you grow up, Liese? Was it Indiana?
Ohio. Northeastern Ohio, thus my love of losing sports teams and current disapprobation of LeBron.
Mine was not an idyllic anything as a child, but I remember some wicked sunburns in the summertime.
One of my favorite summer memories occurred when I was 35. Lying in the grass in the back garden of a summer house some friends had given me, 50km north of Copenhagen. The yard was tree lined, so when I looked up, the sky was framed in green. No noise, but for the bugs in the forest. Perfect temperature. That was the very first time in my life that I knew what it felt like to be perfectly at peace.
I'll never forget it.
And while my office is far, far from Kilikoj, it's pretty darned peaceful around here today. After weeks of vicious heat, it's gloriously cool(ish) and damp in DC. MUCH, much needed rain, intermittently. There is any interesting band playing dreamy music, featuring violin, right across the street.
Heaven.
Though I must prepare for a doggy lama workshop at 4 this afternoon. Polite in the Park...alas, as I predicted in the WPost, the folks who should come, won't. But, still, I'll enjoy the endeavor, even if no one comes!
