My husband and his brothers and cousins
in the 1950s
My husband is on the front, right
He's the same guy who's pictured with Glenniewennie on a post a couple days ago.
It wasn't that long ago that one could drive through a neighborhood and see the kids in the neighborhood all playing together. In fact, that was my reality back in the '50s and '60s. I had a neighbor girl (our closest neighbor, who lived 1/4 mile down the road) who also had a horse. We would go riding together in the pasture. Sometimes she would come to our place and we'd set up bales in the pole barn and jump our horses over them. I can remember the smell of the hay and the horses, especially on a rainy, sultry August day in the early 1960s. It was heaven to a kid.
That was the same neighbor girl who would ride bike with me down the road to the RR bridge to watch the train go by. We'd have the school bus driver drop us off at the end of our road (saving us about an hour bus ride) and run to our homes, get our bikes, and hurry to the RR bridge. It was a wood plank arched bridge, and the planks extended past the railing. We would climb out onto those planks and sit on the very ends of the planks to better see the Blueberry Train (you DO know I'm almost an antique, don't you!) go under the bridge. The conductor would stick his head out the window and wave at us, as did the guys standing at the end of the caboose.
Caboose at Logan Mill Lodge, Westby
Kevin's cousin rode in this many times when he was a kid.
There were other neighbors further down the road with whom I often built forts and went swimming at the swimming hole in the cow pasture. We had a thick rope attached to the branch of a tree and would grab the rope and take a run, then drop into the water. It was the greatest fun, even though we spent several minutes picking leeches off our legs afterwards.
We builts rafts.
We catapulted ourselves across the creek with young trees.
We camped out under the stars. No tent, just blankets.
We climbed trees.
We played cops and robbers, cowboys and indians.
Kids were always outdoors.
Now we drive through neighborhoods and never see kids outdoors. In town or in the country.
Where are the kids?
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