Friday, November 24, 2006

Tree Forts and Pigs

Last week Sandy, over at Sandy and Kurt, tagged me for a meme that is right up my alley - or should I say lane. Memory lane that is. Her meme asks to post 5 childhood memories. Well, considering I already wrote a post about 10 childhood memories last year, I thought it would be fun to republish it again. Now Sandy, all you have to do is get Kurt to do the same!

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Warning: Nostalgia Alert! Be prepared for a sappy stroll down memory lane - AND don't say I didn't warn you!

The other day I was watching my kids play outside. They weren't doing anything particularly significant, but they were still having a lot of fun. And as I watched I couldn't help but think about how these simple events, while not all that important on their own, still help contribute to the collective total of their childhood memories, the complete package of how they will view their youth when they are "old", like me.

Of course, this caused me to think about my own childhood and what it was about it that still brings me such a sense of satisfaction. Without a doubt my main source of nostalgia comes from not only the era, a time when kids were free to roam the streets without fear of abduction or other recourse, but also from my neighborhood itself - and especially Trudeau Road, where it all took place. So in tribute to the "good old days", I give you:

The 10 best things about growing up on
1. Our bikes - Our bikes were probably the single most important tool we had. Our bikes were: our transportation, our vehicular pride, our Evel Knievel stunt "motorcycles" and our identity. On our bikes we could go where we needed, show off, "spin out" or skid to a sideways stop on the gravel road.

2. The gravel road -
For most of my childhood, Trudeau Road was gravel. The grownups, of course, viewed this as outdated, dusty and bad for the car. But for us it was perfect. Still today whenever I smell wet gravel from a sudden rain I am instantly transported back to Trudeau Road, where the potholes would fill with water and become little ponds for our GI Joes to wade through, or hazards for our marble game.

But the best thing to do on the road was to play Pop Bottle, the game where you roll the ball down the road and bounce it off a bat laying sideways in front of a "catcher". Of course the gravel only made it all the more challenging when right before the ball would hit the bat, a wayward stone would send it off course just enough to fool the catcher. This was merely one of many games we would indulge ourselves in during our endless summers.

3. Yard games - Just after supper when it would start to cool off, kids from nearly every hous
e on the street would begin to gather for the nightly game of choice. Kick the can, Jack may we cross the river, Einee-Inee-Over, "army" and front-yard football were favorites. Walking around on wooden stilts and setting new height records on pole vaults made from young popple trees was also big. All of this took place in our front yard - with our front porch as our command base.

4. The front porch - The big cement front porch - where we sat to wait our turn when we were "out" in whatever game was being played. Where we schemed about our daily plans. Where we warmed ourselves on the hot cement after dousing ourselves with ice cold water from the garden hose. Where we said a billion times "what do you want to do?" - "I don't know, what do you want to do?" Where we eventually would answer, "Wanna go up to Pig's?"

5. Piggly Wiggly and Rexall Drugs - In the small plaza just a few blocks up the road, but miles away in our minds, and the very best place to just ride around on our bikes or "jump" the hill at the edge of the parking lot. And Rexall, where we perfected the art of loitering and would spend our pocket change on penny candy. But if we were lucky and were able to make our moms feel sorry enough for us and give us a dollar, we would slip into the coffee shop next door and buy the tastiest malts on the planet.

But after all that, if we were still bored - we could always head for...

6. The woods - "Shopa's Woods", our very own Sherwood Forest. Blocks of undeveloped property just down the end of Trudeau Road was the answer to everyone's boredom. Wild animals, motocross bike trails, a gazillion trees to climb and the ultimate place to just simply explore. An entire day could be spent in the woods, and many many were. But the greatest thing about the woods was...

7. The forts - Tree forts to be specific, built strategically so as to provide the best view of the intersecting trails below. Some so high that only the "big" kids dare go up there. Others so poorly constructed that only a fool would be dumb enough to sit in them, which of course we all did. But of all the forts, shacks and places we would hang out, none compared to the infamous "crick" (creek) tree.

8. The crick tree - With its huge bent branch that grew out sideways, horizontal to the ground to give us our own balance beam, space ship and meeting place. This was the headquarters for our own neighborhood Army Corps of Engineers as we planned how we would dam up the crick for the day, backing up the water until our sod and stick barrier walls could hold it no more.

Our engineering skills were not limited to summer of course. Much planning was also required if we were going to construct our favorite wintertime structures...

9. Tunn
els, forts and igloos - Giant snowbanks pushed up by the snowplows left us with enough raw material to excavate elaborate tunnel systems and caverns. And when the snowbanks weren't big enough for that we would simply extract our own snow from the yard. Huge sinkholes remained after digging out blocks of snow down to the grass, so we could reassemble them into igloos and forts. Of course we had to be careful of these pits so we didn't run into them on our Ski-doos.

10. Ski-doos - We had several over the years, but the two that suffered the most abuse were the "16" and the "18" (horsepower). On these we would spend endless hours "Ski-dooing" around the field in counter-clockwise circles. For some reason it made more sense to put our right knee on the seat with our left foot on the floor rail which made it more natural to lean into our lefthand turns. My dad would always say when we came in the house, "You'd better go back out there and drive around the other direction - so you can unwind!"

So there it is. Ten things that come to mind when I think of growing up on Trudeau Road. Please feel free to contribute your own childhood memories as comments if you were there at the time, or even if you weren't and you have your own memories from where you grew up.

And finally, here's a line that sums it up for me, from a song I wrote called Headin' Home.

"I remember being little and growin up in Duluth. I wish life were still that simple, shoulda never left my youth."

8 comments:

Dad said...

You forgot the cabin, or as I remember it, "The Work Farm". This includes riding mini-bikes, waterskiing, or perhaps the rescue squad finding us, after a breakdown in the woods. I remember how cold my hands would get from working on snow machines without a garage. I advise others to spend as much time as they can with their families because life is very short.

Anonymous said...

right on, dad!
Our baserment always smelled like gasoline--as it was usually filled with some sort of machine that someone was working on!--But, you're right about life being short. You cant stop time from going forward. Even when you stop, and quietly say to yourself that this is a moment I want to remember..it still moves on. Thank God for our family who you can always count on to remind us of some moment in time we would rather forget!! Love the Lee's!! Cindy

Mom Thumb said...

How timely. A few days ago, Jess and I were driving up Piedmont and I was remembering this post. I told her that you said there used to be a place in that little strip mall where you got good ice cream. Trudeau and the Lee's will always be a part of her childhood memories, too.

Mom said...

It sure does make me happy you have such fond memories of growing up on Trudeau Rd. In fact----I never realized you were having such a good time!!!! I have loved living here too---such a beautiful, quiet neighberhood--wonderful neighbors,etc. I've said more than once, I'm afraid I'm going to Hell when I die, 'cuz I've got heaven on earth,right here on Trudeau Rd!!!

Anonymous said...

For the life of me, I do not know where Trudeau Road would be...although I do remember Rexall Drug and Piggly Wiggly! I grew up in the Lester Park area, so maybe we'll have to talk sometime about where exactly we played when we were kids.

Thanks for all the memories.

Harmonica Man said...

Dad - Ah yes, the cabin. I think a more accurate "farm" metaphor might be "mosquito farm".

Cindy - We had to be the only house in the world where you could hear a snow mobile start up in the basement - and our only reaction was to close the kitchen door so the fumes wouldn't make it upstairs. Too funny!

Linda - Yeah, it was the left-most space in that plaza. We're still trying to remember the actual name of the place, but damn - those malts were good!

Mom - Not to worry mom - You're "in" up above no matter what. Uless of course Bill finally drives you over the edge and you "accidently" put a pillow over his face while he's sleeping or something. But yeah, short of that I'd say you're good.

Sandy - Trudeau Rd is in Piedmont Heights. Go all the way up Piedmont Ave to the top (from the West End) and it's about 4 blocks past the Milk House. 'Twas a great neighborhood for sure.

Mom said...

TOO funny!!!! LOL!!!!Only now I don't have any pillows---Dad threw them all out!!!

Dad said...

Mlosquitoess are a wonderful part of the food chain---but so are we!!