Our corner of the world, our neighborhood, was a magical place. There were wheat fields all around us with “town” only a couple of blocks away. An arena for horse shows was just down the dirt road. The big new Catholic Church was being built right across the street from my house, chock full of nooks and crannies for our never-ending curiosity capers, sitting right on the corner that met three houses full of my friends and playing partners.
That was the same corner where the big hill sat for sliding down on our sleds in the winter or flying down on our bikes with hands held high in the air in the summer, right beside the house where Terry and Nancy lived, all the way to the corner where the Martins lived. There was the pond that froze over in the winter on which we “shoe” skated, down in the woods on the other side of Gail’s house and Peggy’s house. A short walk, maybe a half a mile, would take us to “Pee Curve” and the gullies where we swung from one side of the deep ravines to the other on long, thick grapevines.
And we kids had an appetite for adventures. We wrote and acted in our own plays, then sold tickets to our family and neighbors, even selling popcorn at one of the plays. We rode horses all over the place, putting the stubborn animals in the local horse shows (at least mine was stubborn).
We made Barbie towns in the basements. We even had our own village in Peggy’s basement with a restaurant, dress shop… now the details are fuzzy. We became blood sisters; climbed up and sat in the big tree and cut our palms and rubbed them together. We snuck out at night and rode our bikes around town. (Terry made me do it.)
And we made up this really neat game: Mulberry Groundhog. Since my memory was kind of fuzzy on the actual play of the game, I enlisted Terry and Gail to fill in the details, hoping they weren’t fuzzy as well. Turns out, if we were leftovers in the fridge, we’d be so covered with fuzz that we’d be ready for the trash bin. We did deduce it had something to do with a long stick, one participant being the Mulberry Groundhog with the other suckers sitting on a blanket squirming around to keep from getting whacked or jumping up and running off to be chased… or something like that. We remember bits and pieces.
But what we all remember… is how very much fun we had growing up in our neighborhood.