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Childhood Memories

Posted by on July 20, 2010

This week’s challenge for a header theme came up as I was finalizing plans to go visit my older sister to scan some photos that she has that I don’t.  I thought it would be a great opportunity, I thought it was uncanny timing.

But that would have been to easy now wouldn’t it Dear Reader? 

I was reflecting on my childhood and the many aspects, the ever so many memories followed by the memories that I hope I have helped create for my own children. 

Our lives were a bit different.  But there was one thing I know we shared.  One thing that, even though we may look at it a bit different, was a big deal in our childhoods.  Grass. 

Lawn grass, meadow grass, park grass, hayfield grass.  Grass.

My first thought was of my spending hours with my brother and then watching my children spend hours finding that perfect blade of grass to squawk.  Find a potentially good one, try it, its okay but, discard that one, look again. 

All that hunting and you’re tired so the grass becomes a thin green inviting mattress and you flop on down.  If you’re on your backside the grass cradles you so that you can watch the sky. 

Once we were keen on finding the best reed for the loudest strongest honk and now we are searching for the best cloud with the best shape.  One that goes from one certain shape to yet another distinct mentionable shape.  The first to see the whale that turns to an elephant that turns to the Indian on a horse.

Over on my belly and I can find all sorts of things in the grass right in front of my very nose.  Funny Suessian bugs.  Bizarre leaves and itty bitty flowers.  Oh, and look there’s clover.  I think I could find a four leaf clover, if I’m just patient… .  But beyond the clover are the daisies that grow in the grass.  Fingers fly, plucking the flowers.

The grass cradles again, this time her seat, while she braids the daisies together to make a crown.  They wear the crowns, break into the dress up clothes, swirly dresses over jeans and rubber boots.  Off fly the rubber boots, no socks?  Barefeet dancing on the grass covered dance floor. 

The kitties join them, chasing the hems of the skirts, mewing, jumping, getting scooped up.  Kissed and cuddled, on the grass in a heap again. 

It was where we played baseball, croquet, volleyball, dress up, dollies.  Where we read a good book, just stared at the grass, cut it, trimmed it.  On it we ran through the sprinkler, moved the sprinklers, raked it, tanned on it, dreamed on it.

Grass, the foundation of so many childhood memories.

The other participants are  FG,  MacDarlaGail’s Man go see what they have chosen to use on their header for Childhood Memories.  I was a bit early with mine, so unless it is mid-day on Wednesday (Pacific Time), give them a moment eh? 

14 Responses to Childhood Memories

  1. empress bee (of the high sea)

    lanny this is an amazing post! it makes me want to run outside and lay down on the grass right now. i have done all the same things so many times. thank you so much for this lovely memory this beautiful morning.

    smiles, bee
    xoxoxoxoxoxoxo

  2. Linda Sue

    good sweet memories indeed – the smell of freshly mowed lawns on a Saturday morning – thanks for the memory

  3. imac

    Ah, Lanny I remember doing that too, I wondered where the other sound came from, now I know.lol.
    Neat idea my friend, good luck….

  4. Cliff

    Yep I remember it all. Now that I’m older I find that grass is handy for pounding a golf club into. Over and over again.
    Thanks for the memories.

  5. Fishing Guy

    Lanny: Very cute. Do you remember using that push mower with the spinning blades to cut grass, what fun. Did you ever try to blow a sound with a piece of grass between your fingers? I will play in about an hour.

  6. Fishing Guy

    Lanny: I missed the squawk idea for the sound.

  7. Darla

    How creative is this? Very!

  8. Darla

    Thanks for the reminder to finish publishing my header info. The kids are on an old Caboose.

  9. Mrs. Mike

    The first cut of lawn in the spring, the late summer hay cut. All sweet, sweet memories of grass. I’m glad not to suffer hay-fever!

  10. Gailsman

    Welcome to the slightly mad world of the Headbanger Challenge Lemmy. A good collection of memories from something so simple as grass.

  11. Mildred

    Hi Lanny, Thank you for such vivid memories of times shared long ago. I can picture it all in my mind’s eye. Wishing you a lovely evening.

  12. Tom

    Hi Lanny
    I was sad when your writing came to an end…. I could have joyfully read more. I would never have thought of ‘Grass’ as a choice for a Header…. but you sure showed us all how it’s done here…. Your writing style is wonderful, you painted pictures with your words and refreshed memories long forgotton…. thank you

    Tom

  13. Daisy

    Wonderful post, Lanny, and you brought back lots of similar memories for me of summer and being outside in the back yard. Gave me some things to think about and smile about. :)

  14. Lisa

    Lanny, I loved reading this post!!! Brings sweet memories to me.