My childhood was spent in the early years
on the side yard – backyard
and some close neighborhood yards.
There were Four apple trees
spaced out in those yards.
Two were crab apples
And two the most tasty Yellow Apples!
The crab apples were good for throwing –
many a train box car I pitched them at.
But those Yellow apples –
Just to sit down and eat – and gather for my Mom
to make one of her apple pies!
There were honey bees all over the ones on the ground.
And both trees stood side by side in a neighbors yard.
Behind old Mr. Dennings house ( might have been Dennis)
And the other in the Winsor’s back yard.
We played kick the can in those backyards –
four plus yards in total.
This was on North main street in Eldred Pa.
The railroad track bordered the one side-
The other side had the houses then the sidewalk and the main street!
We played early morning to dusk –
we had a lot of kids from North Main Street.
Both sides of the street.
Anyone time there would be 7 to 15 kids.
Both boys and girls.
We had a two story farm barn in our back yard.
My brother and his friends made a basketball court upstairs.
Just one basket – or might have been two?
But it had wood planks for the floor.
My dad has fish heads nailed to the front
from all the Pike and Walleye he caught in Canada.
I really do not remember anyone watching us like we do today with kids.
We hit the house to eat and then we were outside.
Winter and Summer.
I can remembering gathering corn silk
and putting it into a pipe
There was a window on that second floor of that old barn
And I would try to light it – it was not dry! LOL
I never realy got into smoking until I was maybe 22!
And then – I did not inhale!
It was a staus thing I think –
The guys I worked second shift with smoked and chewed!
I only would smoke at work and a little bit at home.
And a pack would last me a couple days!
I quit when we got married – I think I was 32!
I would walk those tracks downtown and to the swinging bridge.
It was on the other side of the tracks just beyond
The Whitehawk Beef Company’
It spanned a small creek – Barden Brook – that flowed into the river.
It was held up by steel cables
and we would get on it and start jumping up and down
It would bounce and then you sort of caused it to sway
back and forth.
Hence we called it the Swinging Bridge.
This is but a short part of my childhood
one I think back to.
One that has a lot of great memories and people.
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