We visited my grandmother Mema today on her farm, just one town over. This is the farm where my Mom grew up and where my brothers and I had many sleepovers. Walking around today with my little boy, I reminisced about all the fun we used to have playing outside at Mema’s.
Mema’s clothesline was a volleyball net, badminton net, support for forts, and one post was second base in backyard kickball or baseball games.
The hand pumps were where we washed off the precious rocks we found, where we filled tubs used to float the boats we carved out of overgrown zucchini, and where we could wash our dirty feet or hands.
The old outhouse was the perfect hiding place for a game of Hide and Go Seek or for when Mom said it was time to go home.
The swing under the big maple tree provided the perfect rest on a hot busy day, where we sat to wave at the occasional walker, bike riders or cars that went past. Mema and Pa knew all their neighbors back then.
It’s funny to think how the best toys then were a ball, a bucket, or an overgrown zucchini. We could stay busy all day, and summer seemed to last forever. What ordinary items become toys at your house?