~ when I was just a kid; we used to walk down through the rocky field stopping to play on the big whale rock that sat just before the creek. Then wandering down the old 'corduroy road' another name for the old trail through the woods made up of wooden poles laid in place wherever needed to get vehicles, tractors and such across the swampy spots. The poles are nearly all rotted away now but that is the trail still used to this day to access my sisters place through the land from our old homestead where Mom still lives. Anyways ~ back to my story - We used to walk down to visit Grandpa and Grandma O. who lived just beyond where my sister now lives. Back then when my legs were even shorter than they are now (I can only imagine my sister's snickering as they read this) that seemed like a long walk. Now its a breeze, even for me! Well Grandpa and Grandma had two old Adirondack chairs and when I spotted them as we ended the trail, I knew we were there! We made it to Grandpa and Grandma's!
As I was surfing the net and saw this picture - it bought back a flood of memories of those wonderful visits. Oh how I miss those summer days and even more so ~ Oh how I miss them!
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Memories are such a nice thing to hang on too....
I never knew that is what those type chairs are called even though I like them very much.
Paula, these girls FROM MI know every thing. Iffen they don't they will make it up! LOL I had no idea the design had a name either. Thanks.
Love your stories, and it is amazing how something will key those great memories. I loved the description, cordaroy road. and Oh shucks I want one of those apples.
Good memories of Grandpa and Grandma O. ...... Nice (sigh)
Loving post. Memories can be so enveloping when they flood back in and warm the heart.
*hugs*deb
One of your Sisters here, and I'm not snickering at your short legs and the long walk. I can still remember seeing you ' sitting ' in one of those chairs, all the way back with your legs straight out trying to reach the ground. Best of all, you grew up and still can't reach the ground....not laughing at the shorty you are, just loving you more for it.
Someone in the family as large as ours had to get the short end of the stick. Snicker!!!
I miss the GrandFolks too. One question? Why'd you walk? The rest of us usually rode the horses.
You had one too, remember AmberGal? She was the short one. LOL with you.
BlessYourHeart
Beautiful memories, Cher! Funny how our memories work. From just a word, or a picture, or a twist of one's head ... Like that old song says, "Precious Memories, How they Linger. How they ever flood my soul."
Lovely thoughts for this blustery winter day, Cher. My mother would tell stories of when Woodward Avenue was a 'corduroy road' ... haven't heard the term in ages. Thank you for sharing.
Thanks fro dropping by my blog & leaving a comment.
Having read this post the older we get the more nostalgic we become. If only we had appreciated "back then"
JJ
Beautiful memories here. I loved reading your post.
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