Monday, March 27, 2006

Childhood Memories


When I was a kid I remember running barefoot on a hard packed dirt path. It was actually a road through a hay field that went back to one of the barns. That road was packed down hard and smooth and there was grass in the middle. I remember running on those paths with my bare feet just flying! You didn't have to worry about any rocks or anything at all to hurt your feet.

There was also a creek we used to play in. There was a swimming hole there but I didn't go in the deep part since I couldn't swim then. If it rained a lot we had a swinging bridge we could cross. I have seen that creek really deep and rough. Normally there, at that one stretch of it, the water was only about an inch or two deep as it ran over the slate rocks. This creek was wide too, not a small creek at all. I used to lay down flat and just let the water run around me. The only think I feared in that creek was leeches. My Uncle got some on his legs and he had a hard time getting them off. I sure didn't want one of those blood suckers on me and thankfully I never got one!

21 Comments:

Blogger Ralph's Homespun Headlines said...

Laying in the creek with the water running around you - I use to do that in a creek when I was younger too. It's amazing how good that felt. We never had to worry about leeches though.
Ralph

1:44 PM  
Blogger Cliff Morrow said...

Mom and Dad used to try to get us kids to do that in the river that runs past our farm. The Missouri is 10 to 20 deep in most places with holes to 40. We always kind of questioned that.
Rachel, I see a leech finally got you. BTW, I have a coupon for Lady Schick disposable razors.

3:16 PM  
Blogger DayByDay4-2Day said...

imagine someplaces they use those for medical reasons.

3:29 PM  
Blogger Sonia said...

What a beautiful and picturesque this bridge, Rachel! Where is it! Is near your house?
I love to hear about childhood memories!

Last but not least, many thanks for your kind words about my mother and grandmother and also about my house.

3:36 PM  
Blogger Rachel said...

Okay Cliff. That is not my hairy leg in the picture!! I thought after I posted that that it might get some comments from some people like YOU!!

The swinging bridge is one I also got off the internet somewhere. That one is in Ky but I forget where. I always was a little leary of swinging bridges and 99% of the time there would be someone with you that liked to jump and down and make it swing and shake to scare the living daylights out of you, someone like my brother!

5:07 PM  
Blogger Cliff Morrow said...

I'm sorry. I tried to talk myself out of it. But I couldn't resist.

6:09 PM  
Blogger Susie Hovendick Chan said...

What a beautiful picture. Just read your yeasterday's post, too. I'm sorry your husband is having so much trouble.

6:57 PM  
Blogger Cheyenne said...

ewwwww...leeches. Yuck!

10:12 PM  
Blogger OldOldLady Of The Hills said...

I love that first photograph and the perspective of it...I can just see you running down that dirt in your bare feet...Hand Packed! My Lord! Amazing.

And I'm glad you didn't get any of those leeches on you, too! UGH! Except, I think I wouldn't mind if I had some need for the GOOD that Leeches can do...I bet that feels really really weird though, you know?

I always love reading about your memories, dear Rachel.

1:03 AM  
Blogger David said...

This post so reminds me of our farm and the hard red dirt paths - but many stickers as well. We too have a creek that was used for swimming back when....

7:43 AM  
Blogger YoderMan said...

I was sucked by a leach once. It was pretty sick.

11:14 AM  
Blogger Tan Lucy Pez said...

Ewwww....leeches. *shutter* Nice bridge though.

11:55 AM  
Blogger Pirate said...

laying down in a creek and letting the water flow around you. What a great memory. Do you visit the creek nowadays?

We didn't have leeches in our water ways. We had these large eel like suckers that were called lampreys. They were ugly and it was said they latched on to you with their sucker mouth but I never actually ever knew anyone that had happened to.

3:49 PM  
Blogger Doug Bagley said...

Sometimes it would be nice to be able to run barefoot and free through life with neary a worry like when we were young.

4:52 PM  
Blogger Abandoned in Pasadena said...

I can imagine you running down a dirt packed path bare foot. The cool ground always feels so good.

We never had a swinging bridge of our own, but we used to stop and let the kids play on an old unused one on our way to our cabin by the river.
My son, would jump up & down and scare the girls.

I've never had any leaches get on me from a river or stream, but once we all got leaches from a stagnant small pond we waded in...it was very scarey to look down and see leaches on our lower legs, but they pulled right off easily.
We had waded into the pond to retrieve something, but I can't remember what it was.

The leaches are a memory I'd rather forget.

6:57 PM  
Blogger Jamie Dawn said...

Leeches would freak me out!!!!!!

I was so sorry to read about the problems you've had with your hubby and his medications and confusion. I'm sure it wears greatly on both you and your hubby. Life is sometimes very hard. You are not alone. We face hard times, and many of us find some comfort in an ice cream sundae now and then, so don't worry about it :)

7:54 PM  
Anonymous Jerry said...

Leeches. I'm doing a full body shiver just thinking about them. Blechh!

1:19 AM  
Blogger 4evergapeach said...

As a child I lived barefoot! Nothing ever bothered my feet, but now.....well, I guess age does something to tenderize them. (sounds like a steak)

Anyway, swinging bridges make me nervous yet I still love them. As for the leech - YUK!

4:08 AM  
Anonymous Tammy said...

Eww, leeches! I think I would faint if I found one on myself. I love the way you reminisce here. It's good to go back and remember days of old when life was simpler :) Have a great Wednesday Rachel!!

6:57 AM  
Anonymous Judith said...

I can feel that hard path you speak of--something about walking that path with bare feet that is truly memorable. Leeches! We'd call them 'blood suckers' & runaway. Beautiful photo of the bridge & an enjoyable memory to read (leeches included).

8:14 AM  
Blogger Leslie Shelor said...

Lovely memories! I remember the softness of heavy layers of dust on the country road here and walking with bare feet. Our creek was a mere trickle but we loved playing in it. No leeches here!

5:18 AM  

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