Hey-ho, hey-ho
Across that tree we go
We’ve heard the bell’s brassy chime
Telling us it’s now school time
So put away that muddy ball
And you be careful you don’t fall!
Inspired by my father’s memory. There used to be stepping stones here when he was at the village school. He remembers the kids kicking around a ball and waiting for the school bell to call. I wonder how many times they arrived in class with wet feet!
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Nice, you awakened that picture into real-life with fond memories.
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Thank you. My father told me the story when I told him I’m been to this place and showed him the photos. That was several years ago
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It is always good to hear stories from the old folks
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So much has changed in the past century. My father’s childhood might resemble mine, but neither his nor mine resemble that of today’s children
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To be young and carefree.
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Yea. A few years later my father went to fight a war
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So young.
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He wasn’t conscripted but had already decided to make a career of the army
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Oh I see.
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😊
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🙏🏼
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I admit I sang it!
And that is a PERFECT bridge!
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Makes me laugh. But I’m not sure I want to risk that bridge. I think I’d prefer my father’s stepping stones, now long-since gone
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Let’s just say that were we younger, we wouldn’t think twice…
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Oh yes, true. Neither thought about dangers and risks. And I did dodge death by misadventure and many an occasion. But I was more nimble then! 😊
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We didn’t think of danger! We laughed in the face of danger! Well, I did. I still cannot believe I used to stand at the TOP of the metal monkey bars… Much more nimble then 😉
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Our balance was better. Or mine was!
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Yes and bravado was high!
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Oh yes, indeed
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😁
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Many years ago, when my partner and I went on our first vacation together, we took a hike along Massanutten Mountain in Virginia. The path crossed streams several times, and most of the time it was a downed tree trunk that served as a ford. We came to the first such ford, and her reaction was simple: “No.”
She actually did cross, and did so again several more times on the way and way back, sadly falling in on the last one. No hurts, though.
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Nice memory, Brian. I’ve memories of crossing a drain on the marsh in coldest February…and falling in. I’m hesitant of such bridges these days.
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I think I fell off that tree at some point 😊
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I sure wouldn’t cross it, not at this time of year. Maybe in summer when the water is warmer!
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