Coming in out of the cold water, taking off the wet bathing suit and putting on warm socks and cowboy boots. (Well - the rest of the clothing too!) Then having a fresh-baked roll of grandma's.
The sound of the screen door slamming, the door on the outhouse closing, a boat out on the lake (oh - that's the Anderson's boat just by the sound), loons, and once in a rare while a wolf.
The smell of the sandy soil mixed with roots and decayed leaves while digging for worms.
And don't forget the mosquito bites and black flies and poison ivy rash. (The mosquitoes and poison ivy never bothered me - but those black flies!!)
Ours was a two room cabin with living room/kitchen on one half, two double beds and a bunk bed in the other half. Built in the early 1920’s and bought by my grandpa a few years later. Both grandparents knew each other then as new immigrants, so my mom commented numerous times that the first time she slept with my dad was when she was 8 years old! They would put blankets on the living room floor for all the little kids.
I would spend most of the summer up there with my grandma, grandpa and mom and my siblings, with dad coming up for long weekends. Northern Minnesota.
*Happy Squeal*
How can we bottle this? We’ll be Millionaire Capitalists if we do, LOL!
I’m so glad you had that, too!
The screen door slamming, knowing whose boat was on the lake by the sound of the motor, digging for worms!
Grandpa preferred Night Crawlers, so you’d have to go out after dark with your flashlight to find them.
Oh, the very first time I ‘hunted’ Crawlers with my own boys? Precious Memories! (They were actually a little afraid! ‘Those are SNAKES, Mama!’ LOL!)
Amen, Amen, Amen! Still, so very, VERY sad that so many didn’t get to have the childhood we had and TRIED to give to our own kids.
Though - 63 Million of us must’ve had SOME permutation of that to have given us President Trump, today! Think he’d go Night Crawlin’ with us? He just might!
I know Melania would be up for it. *HEART*