Climbing on the rocks out back - they were ships, the grass in between the ocean and sometimes we were pirates. We would spend hours, it seemed, sailing our Oklahoma ocean. And some of the rocks were sand stone so we would rub them together and make things and toss them away when we moved on to the next thing. Later I realized there were probably lots of snakes, but they seemed to stay out of our way out there.
Fishing by the pond - I only remember catching some one time and we left them in a bucket in the garage to "clean" in the morning. In the morning they were gone and Daddy Harry said that some critter must have gotten them - raccoon or something. I don't know if that's what happened or if he went down and let them go after I went to bed. They were probably really small and too little to eat.
I used to play tag with Jim when I was off by myself. I would follow him for awhile and then walk up and tap him on his rear. Then I would turn around and walk the other way until he caught up with me and pushed me on my back with his nose. He seemed to know the game because then he would turn around and walk the other way. We could play this for a pretty long time :-).
And the cool basement. The walls were so good to lean on when it was really hot.
And the hammock, and how much fun it was to try to sneak up on someone and dump them out - unless they caught you and slugged you.
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Pretty much you ahd the same experiences except maybe for Mike's toys and room. Mike had a toy cannon and race cars that probably made me enemies of the state with Mother Bernice as I continually played with them.
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The wasps circling in the car garage
Ghost Riders in the Sky, Spike Jones band, Mule Skinner Blues and Mule Train on 78s on Daddy Harry's phono machine.
The smell of Wheat Thins in the cupboard behind Daddy Harry's Rocker.
Listening to the Farm Report and Paul Harvey at their breakfast table
Really good fresh eggs, wheat bread and fruit..
Going to collect eggs and wondering if a snake would be in the hen nest when I reached in.
The 4th of July when the fireworks set off a fire and the fire trucks came.
Lebon in a bowl
and the rocks nad pong and tin cans at the edge of a hollow.
My first and last time to shoot Daddy Harry's .22 when I accidentally killed a rabbit and have never shot a gun since.
Actually, I remember Fritos behind the rocker. And yes, I remember worrying about the snakes in the hen house and listening to Harry Belafonte with Daddy Harry.
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