We lived with a creek and woods behind our house.
When I was a little girl my older brother Lloyd had a coonskin cap and some kind of buckskin jacket, just like Davy Crockett.
In our woods, running around with their plastic rifles and coonskin caps, they had their battles under the trees running through the blueberries and ferns with the other boys dressed like Indians carrying homemade quivers bows and arrows.
They made forts in trees, had ground forts, deep holes in the ground covered over with planks and dry leaves and went down in them and had meetings and I have no idea whatnot down in those fabulous secret forts. They drew ‘maps’ of planned military strategies, and wore those same costumes on Halloween as well.
I was five years younger, and a girl to boot, not part of the action but I wish I could go back and watch them build their forts and chase the Indians again.
Those are some of my most favorite memories I have.
Does that bring back memories. Thanks.
I grew up on the edge of town, a block and a half from a very large orchard. On the one side there were shale cliffs under which was a pond and marshy area, and beyond that the railroad yards.
The other side was largely rural and hilly. I had the best sledriding hill a block away. We could run home after a few hours and take off our wet gloves or mittens and exchange ones already dried on the gas heater.
We had forts in the hillside behind a fallen tree root ball.
Usually stored in our forts were item like matches, cigarettes and fireworks and carbide.
We made weapons out of the surroundings.