- Family and Parenting
The Tree House
Children played all day...
During the summertime all the children I grew up with came outside after breakfast to play all day. There was no TV and besides our moms didn’t want us ‘underfoot’ while they did their cleaning chores. The kids played by themselves very well knowing some mom was always watching after us.
Did the little boys build tree houses or club houses while you were growing up?
During the early 1950's...
We worked hard on that ole tree house and I guess it took us just about all summer to finish it. Me and my pals needed ourselves a private meeting place where the young ladies in the community could not gain easy access if you know what I mean. The guys had a hard time planning just about anything without interference and interruption from the neighborhood ‘pigtail’ society, but that all changed once we completed our ‘above ground’ clubhouse. The boards we used to build it came from scrap left over from building projects anywhere in the community and each of us boys secured tools from our dad’s work bench while the plans came from right off the top of our heads as we hammered and sawed most enthusiastically that summer of 1952.
No girls allowed...
That old Blackheart Cherry Tree between my friend Vincent’s property and their neighbors the Roberts was just right the way the limbs forked just about ten or twelve feet off the ground. It was still quite a task though trying to get the supplies needed up in that old cherry tree. Vince supplied that old rope we used to pull everything we needed up into that old tree. His dad had used that same rope last year to pull that car out of the ditch after it slid off the road. I believe it was his dad’s saw we used also to cut the boards to the right length for the flooring and the walls after my older brother Jack showed us how to anchor the support timbers. We even rigged ourselves an alarm to notify us if an intruder or girl tried to creep up on us and learn our business.We felt we had thought of everything.
Girls - Ughh!
All us guys would meet up and climb up into that old tree house and discuss ways to ward off evil and share secret code words and such.It was an all-male society, no pig-tails and no giggles allowed and we posted a sign at the base of the tree stating such. We took our man-hood seriously and swore to never even speak to silly girls, not even our sisters and were as serious as all other boys around the age of ten and under could be. Now, moms were different and we could speak to them because it was needful to find out what was for supper and important stuff like that.
Even little boys grow up...
Years later, after college I glanced over at that old tree house that was such a hugh part of my life as a youngster. I noticed that some of the old boards had fallen down but much of it was still up in that old tree and then later, after I had completed my military service and had started a family of my own I again ambered over under that old tree once more and looking up one last time remembered some of the good times my childhood friends and I had enjoyed building that old club house that summer. The mashed fingers and the ripped shins all seemed worth it somehow and the silly chide remarks against the opposite sex who eventually all matured into beautiful young women and some even became mothers of more silly little boys just like we used to be.
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