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Summertime Memories

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My grandparents lived on a farm out in the country. For a couple of years, starting when I was about 13, while my mom went back to school, we lived on the farm in my great grandparents' old house. 

The summers I spent there are some of the strongest memories I have to this day. I don't think I knew how much I loved being on the farm. I loved wandering around. I'd visit the old playhouse that my mother had played in when she was younger. I'd swing on the tire swing. On hot days, the cool barn was the place to go. Upstairs in the barn was a built-in trampoline my grandpa had built for his three daughters. Here's the old barn, built around 1929, as it looks today:

Some afternoons, my grandma and I would go bike riding on back country roads, collecting pop cans and bottles from the ditch as we went along.

While strawberries were in season, I would ride the bus to the fields and pick berries. I soon learned that picking berries all day made for one very long day. At least for a 13-year old. I talked my grandma into picking me up at lunch time some days. Those were the best afternoons, because we'd go back to her house, have lunch, and watch soap operas for a couple of hours. (Thanks to me and my obsession with Luke and Laura, my grandma got hooked on General Hospital and continued to watch it for many, many years to come, usually before her afternoon nap).

I made $75.00 picking berries that summer. My grandpa had promised to match whatever I earned, so I finally had enough money to buy myself the dog I'd always wanted - a purebred cocker spaniel. I named him Lucky.

I miss my grandma and grandpa. I miss wandering around that old farm. I miss my sweet dog, Lucky.

But I still have summertime, along with the lazy days and fun times and sweet fruit it brings. Thank God, I still have summertime.


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Jun. 13th, 2012 11:14 pm (UTC)
Jun. 14th, 2012 02:16 am (UTC)

You make me remember the 3 different summers I spent with my Grandfather when he was in his early 80's. I was in my mid twenties. I worded the Fruit Packing houses in Hood River, Oregon and he worked in his small Orchard.

Every day, at 11 AM, he would go in to have a bite, and watch Soaps also!

On Saturday's we went to the Eagles Hall where he played Pinochle. Then over to "Tony's" for pressure-fried chicken and one beer in a frosted mug. Then the Safeway for groceries and back to the house in time to watch live "wrasslin', from Portland.

He lived to be 87.

Thank you for the memories!

Jun. 14th, 2012 02:24 am (UTC)
Okay, that almost sounds made up because it is all too quaint & perfect, LOL! A dog you named Lucky??? ACK! It's idyllic!

All kidding aside, I know exactly what you mean. I grew up spending summers with my grandparents at their lakeside house in Idaho and my memories are as quaint and idyllic and simple as the ones you describe. And certainly the BEST, most favorite times of my life. That house of theirs was magic, I tell you. We took our (4 at the time) kids out to Idaho a few years ago and went to see the house. It literally gave me pains to see it (mostly the happy kind). it's my dream do someday find a way to own it! Is the barn still in your family?
Jun. 14th, 2012 03:15 am (UTC)
ha - well, I'm sure at the time, it wasn't quite so perfect as it is in my mind now. I was probably dying to be with my friends in town, 6 miles away. Once in a while I'd ride my bike, which I didn't really like to do but it was my only way to civiliation!

So far, my mom and her sister have managed to hang onto the farm. I blogged about them trying to hang on to it last year:
Jun. 14th, 2012 02:24 pm (UTC)
Thanks for sharing your meander down Memory Lane.
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