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Running to the Shade 
Sep. 22, 2013 3:56 pm 
Updated: Sep. 27, 2013 5:13 am
I sit here looking out my office window at all the shade that trees I have planted cast upon the yard.  It reminds me of a game I played years ago.  Hey, we only had 3 TV stations to choose from back then and there certainly was nothing online.  Computers  back then were the size of rooms.  If there was anything on line it was the laundry drying.  And Mom made sure the underwear were on the inside so the  neighbors couldn't see the unmentionables.

Back to the shade.  In my neighborhood we had trees.  I don't suppose we had lots of money as it is measured today but we had fun.  The children that is.  We rode in station wagons  facing backwards with no seat belts.  Yeah, I know I would so not let my child do that now!  We ran around our yards.   We played with lawn darts.  Heavens, the things we did then.  But it is the shade that has captured my attention tonight. 

The shade dappled with spots of bright gold that I am looking at and thinking of the past, remembering the game with the shade.  The darkest spots of it were the safe zones.  I am surprised I remember this game but I do have many shades in the shadows in my yard to look at right now.  Many spots where if I have a grandchild while I can still run and play, I will share with them how this game is or was played.  I played it with the neighborhood children when there were any where I grew up.  Being the very youngest with older parents I had to sometimes entertain myself.  I would run by myself as fast as I  could to the darkest piece of shade in the yard pretending I had compatriots dodging the sun.  Avoiding the sun because that was IT.  That which you avoided so you would be safe.  You picked a safe place in the shade, named it HOME, and dodged around the bright patches of sunlight.  We were children and we used our imaginations to create.  We ran laughed and giggled our ways thru the summer.

I see the different shades in my yard outside my window and I can't describe the colors of green that are in them.  I leave that to my sister the artist who knows what colors I see but can't describe.  I can only remember the game of running from shadow to shadow and the giggling.  Breathless arrival at the dark green spot of shade designated as safe where there usually was an old blanket or sheet.

Summer, you are a season for children.  No matter how old they are! 
Sep. 22, 2013 4:12 pm
Ahh, the simple years of long ago. When playing tag or hide & seek could last all night, or until you were called in to bed. When you could walk to the corner store to buy penny candy, and not have to worry about some stranger grabbing you. I remember riding backwards in the station wagon also, It was a great time to be a kid. We were always out side, playing or making up games to play. Thank You Cat Hill for the trip down memory lane, and the visual of playing underneath the trees, looking for the darkest spot of shade. Have to go now, my mom is calling me in for supper...
Sep. 22, 2013 4:43 pm
vanillabean, I wish I could describe the shades of green and gold I see in better words. I'm glad you remember with me the summers that have been :)
Sep. 22, 2013 5:03 pm
Hide and seek in the dark! Popsicles, dixie cups, chlorine in the pool, popping tar bubbles and the hot dusty smell of the city park trees. Thank you Cat.
Sep. 22, 2013 6:13 pm
Cat - You don't need to describe this any better than you did - you see, we all have imaginations from playing outside under the trees. It brings me such joy to see kids outside playing and laughing and running; just enjoying life like a kid should! I remember being allowed to stay out after dark to catch lightning bugs. If only more kids would turn off their video games and computers and go outside and play! Thanks for such a nice visit to the past.
Sep. 22, 2013 7:06 pm
Oh my goodness! Sitting on the side of the road (we didn't have sidewalks in our neighborhood) and popping the bubbles in the tar, Toni I hadn't thought about that for sooo long. Running under the lights that made the summer night seem longer either from the street lights on your street or that candescent bulb if you were staying with your country cousins!
Sep. 22, 2013 7:11 pm
Mother Ann, my son played in the creek behind the house just like I did where I grew up. Being out like we are, I begged my mom to give me the bell( it was a big one) my blind grandma used on the farm to call my granddad in if she needed him. My child knew if by the third ring of that bell, I didn't hear him or SEE him.... Well, you know how moms are :)
Sep. 22, 2013 9:27 pm
This is so very true-I especially love the part where you say that if there was anything on line it was the laundry! I remember playing outside also as a kid and when the street lights came on that was our sign to go in. I still dread when street lights come on!
Sep. 23, 2013 3:16 am
Cat - my kids played in our creek all the time! We even had "creek boots" for them (in all sizes that would fit a small child of about 4 all the way up to a grown man -hubby played in the creek with them!)I always wanted a bell to call Steve in out of the woods or creek, but I do have a rather loud voice so my yelling usually brought him running! Now my little "adopted" grandchildren play in that creek and woods. Such fond memories!
Sep. 23, 2013 7:02 am
Awesome description of your childhood memories of a simpler time. I remember such games with fondness too! Fall being MY favorite season of all congers up the my memory of the thousands of times we threw ourselves into piles of freshly raked leave piles our dear Father had worked so hard to gather. Thank you Cathill for a nostalgic trip back to my youth. Hugs!
Sep. 23, 2013 7:23 am
Wow! What a great and comforting read. I can remember those days. My only problem is that I read it on a computer and there's not much shade here in the desert. Can't wait until the grands get home from school. I think we'll go outside and play.
Sep. 23, 2013 8:56 am
Paula T, my son looks at me like I'm nuts sometimes when I tell what it was like when I grew up. McDonald's was a rare treat. We didn't wear helmets to bike, we barely wore shoes. Glad you stopped by!
Sep. 23, 2013 9:00 am
Mother Ann, I think creeks and trees were made for children to play in. One of the first things I did with my son was take him walking in our creek. Our trees didn't really get big enough to climb until the last few years when he had better things to do.
Sep. 23, 2013 9:02 am
Candice, I love fall now but I didn't way back when. It meant school was starting :) I was thinking about your advice while looking out the window and that game just popped up. I'm glad you enjoyed hearing about it!
Sep. 23, 2013 9:07 am
bd.weld, I suppose finding shade trees would be a problem in the desert. But you are so lucky to have grands to go play with outside! Glad you stopped in for a read even if you used the computer :)
Sep. 23, 2013 10:45 am
Those were the days, playing outside until supper time. Growing up, there were so many kids in our neighborhood. Never a dull moment.
Sep. 23, 2013 11:03 am
You brought back a memory that made me laugh. I stayed two weeks at my Mom-Mom's and hung her underwear on the front of the line where the street could see. Boy did she give me heck. Didn't play the shade game since my younger years were in So. Cal and Texas. But I do believe our house was the only one with trees on the whole street in Calif. My Dad always did have a green thumb. We did climb big boulder rocks and made cool forts in them at the base of the mountain. Nice thing I have tons of shade I can sit and hide in.
Sep. 23, 2013 11:32 am
I grew up in the city, but we lived across the street from a park. Pumping your legs so hard that they ached all night, but so worth it for the feeling you get swinging like that. Thanks Cat Hill.
Sep. 23, 2013 11:52 am
We had two huge maple trees between our house and my G'ma's. our lawn was about two feet higher than hers with a gentle slope just right for laying on your back staring up through the leaves at the sky and sun. The creatures I imagined up there! Kids today have no idea how great childhood used to be - how sad!
Sep. 23, 2013 12:16 pm
Lela, exactly! If you weren't outside you were sick or not at home.
Sep. 23, 2013 12:18 pm
*Sherri*, I bet she did! I did the same thing and boy did I get yelled at. We don't have boulders here. I think it is a case of children can & will use their imaginations to create their own fun! Trees, boulders, creeks....
Sep. 23, 2013 12:19 pm
manella, I remember swinging like that. I don't think I can do that anymore!
Sep. 23, 2013 12:22 pm
BigShotsMom, I know what you mean. You know, my nephew's children don't have time to visit out here. They are always so busy. Things were different weren't they?
Sep. 23, 2013 4:11 pm
yeah, i'm of the same age as you i guess. we didn't pop tar. we lived on a dirt road until i was about 9. we had a creek behind our house. i stayed outdoors. you wouldn't believe how tan i was. i lived in that creek. catching everything, fish, frogs, turtles and of course snakes! i always got shots for stepping on rusty nails and from bites. eating stuff from the gardens planted close to the creek..i was bad. there was a plywood factory about a mile up the creek from our house. they would throw shards behind the building. my brothers and i would go up there and grab the largest shards and throw them out in front of us in shallow spots on the creek and jump on. great fun. we valued straight and thick poles/ branches...many fights over which was whose. worst spanking i ever got was from swimming in the creek @ 3 miles downthe creek when i was 5 and a half. the creek had the beating in front of the police, firemen, and the ambulance. mom didn't know i could swim. yeah, 2 tv stations, then @ a year later...3. clotheslines were the lines you avoided when playing baseball or football, unless it was a base. i was like forest gump...i ran everywhere. i do remember getting my 1st kiss in the shadows after running between moon-light. great blog!
Sep. 23, 2013 5:06 pm
oh...we had a 1964 chevy stationwagon. it didn't have the backward facing 3rd seat. but we could crank the window from either inside or outside. i had a blended family so it was so it was 2 adults and 9 kids. i loved sitting facing traffic. i promise i never made faces at folks behind us :)
Sep. 24, 2013 3:04 am
What fun to remember childhood things, Cat Hill! You reminded me of two: night stars and neighborhood children. Have you noticed many stars lately? Seems the amount of ambient light we have at night now obscures many stars. I remember truly dark night skies with a ba-jillion stars. Our kids didn't play outside much because we lived in a neighborhood with few children their age. The street where I grew up had lots of children. There was always a playmate waiting outside for me. We were safe when we walked to school, because there were so many of us.
Sep. 24, 2013 4:26 am
gderr, beat you didn't wave at those folks either :)or wear a seat belt. I grew up in the suburbs but my grandparents lived on a farm complete with dirt road and outhouse. It's funny how some of this stuff I haven't thought of in years. Like spankings, my mom used a bread board to get her point across. It's really nice to see you here, Gary!
Sep. 24, 2013 4:36 am
Bibi, I live out in the country and one of the first things I insisted on was NO streetlight on full time to dim my stars. My old street didn't have many children like it does now. We walked to school and now there is a bus stop to pick up the children for that same walk. Yes, it is fun to remember some of that stuff from long ago.
Sep. 24, 2013 10:51 am
We had an old station wagon that my siblings AND neighborhood friends would camp out in - we used to collect wagonloads of locust shells - LOL - we rarely wore shoes in the summer months - used to play in the sprinkler to cool off. We NEVER went out to eat. Great memories you've sparked, Cat!
Sep. 24, 2013 1:45 pm
Oh Mi! The sprinkler was the pool! At least at my house it was. Nope, no shoes. My much older sister had that station wagon with the backwards facing seat. I remember going on a camping trip and camping in that car.
Sep. 26, 2013 5:56 pm
Dang it, just stopped back again and I don't see my comment. I think I tried to post it the day you put it up. Anyhoo, I remember popping that bubbles too. When you grow up on a farm with no other siblings, you learn to entertain yourself with next to nothing. Thanks for prompting the memories.
Sep. 26, 2013 5:57 pm
Argh, auto correct. That would be tar bubbles.
Sep. 27, 2013 5:13 am
I knew what you meant! Next to nothing will give you a great imagination :)
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I live in the middle of the U.S. in a farming communtiy. Gardening, reading and cooking are the things you'll mostly find me doing. I also enjoy horseback riding & my many pets. A husband & teen, I have 1 of each.
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Bread & BBQ are 2 of my favorite things to cook. I do enjoy a food challenge. Last year it was curing my own brisket for Corned beef & pastrami & porkloin for Canadian bacon. This year sausages & scratch cakes.
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Bread and brittle. I learned to bake bread with my Mom. It was her favorite thing to make. My Aunt made the best peanut brittle ever. She'd stopped making it in the later years but when I told her how much I enjoyed her brittle, she opened the vault ,gave me the recipe & handed over the brittle torch to me.
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Anything that turns out the way I wanted it to or exceeds my expectations! Like my homemade bratwurst.
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Let's not go there! I prefer not to think about my kitchen disasters besides my child can gleefully recount all of them.
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