I remember how free it was for us children in the late 1940s/ early 1950s.
Parents would send us out of the house and say not to come back in until the streetlights went on after dinner. Running everywhere with my friends and climbing trees.
And trying to climb a nearby mountain. (we lived in the Poconos)
Early elementary school age. Mom had a new baby. She'd pack me a lunch and off I'd go. Up the hill, through sheep pastures, always up up up. When the sun was overhead, that's when my mom had told me I had to turn around and come back home, So I sat on a rock in the sheep pasture and eat my lunch. Pick buttercups. Then head back home -- getting home about 4 o'clock or a little later. In time to feed the chickens and get ready for supper.
No comments:
Post a Comment