|A summer vacation for me|
|Saturday, June 07, 2014 8:00 PM|
Children, children everywhere! School is out for the summer.
Ah. Summer vacation!
Who doesn’t remember the last day of school and endless possibilities that lay ahead?
The last days of school were excruciating. They seemed to drag on for an eternity. It was warm and we all wanted to be outside, not cooped up in a classroom being tested on how much we had paid attention during the school year.
I remember gazing out the classroom window and imagining the fun I was going to have. I lived in a neighborhood packed with kids. The possibilities were endless. The canal was always a place to spend time fishing and catching turtles and crawdads. The park was just a hop, skip and a jump across the canal and always filled with friends and activity.
On first order was a pass to the swimming pool. All the neighborhood kids would race to the pool to be the first one in when the gates opened. Hours of splashing, playing and getting up the nerve to jump off the high-dive followed.
This is where I also cultivated my love for Charleston Chews.
After a quick trip home for supper, it was back to the pool for the last few hours of freedom.
And then there was the cottage. The first was at Flat Rock near Oakwood. Just a small cottage built on the banks of the river. It was two rooms with more beds than anything else. My cousin Brad and I would take the Jon boat out on the river and row and row. We knew the twists and turns and channels like the back of our hands.
The second cottage was an A-frame on Bass Lake in Hillsdale, Michigan. Shared with the Best family, countless memories were made. The structure was built by the hands of the two family patriarchs. The early memories are some of the best. Weekends were spent getting as much done as possible before the end of that first summer.
Following summers were spent enjoying the spoils of their hard work.
Life in general was a lot simpler then. We didn’t spend a lot of time indoors and if you wanted to talk to a friend, you got on your bicycle and rode to their house and did it in person. I recently saw a post on Facebook with a picture of a yard with a half-dozen bicycles in front and it said “This is how we knew where our friends were before cell phones.” How true.
Watching television was a treat as mom was always shooing me outside. “It’s a nice day. Go out and play.”
We didn’t have video games, iPads, DVDs or even CDs. If you listened to music it was on the radio or American Bandstand on Saturday morning.
The summer will fly by for most and soon be a fond memory as it’s back to books and Smartboards.
I don’t get a summer vacation anymore. The price you pay for being an adult. Why did I ever want to grow up so fast?