We were young once and we had dreams. This was probably across the street from our house in the vacant lot. We were going to build a massive underground fort, here we are examining the fortifications and considering where to put the battlements. I was probably told to watch my little sister and she tagged along, or she may have just tagged along who knows by this time.
The great fort ended up being a hole we dug. Indiana has a limestone bedrock system that is 3-4 feet below the top soil in most places. By the time we had enough hole to reach the bedrock we were ready to quit. We ended up filling the hole back in and abandoning this particular fort.
We did try a more extensive project a few years later in the not yet started front part of Sherwood Oaks. That fort was a little larger. But we were a little older and the allure of enemies we could only chase in our minds began to fade. That second fort was abandoned as well.
I did however manage to rock the leather trim jacket. Few can pull off that look and as you can see from this picture I was at that time one of the few.
This is after we moved to Sherwood Oaks so around 1968 give or take.
Our pop-up camper. We got that in the late 1960’s. Lynne is standing by mom, and they are cooking or preparing something. Our old sedan is there just at the right edge of the picture. That old car had horrible heat and no air conditioning. So it was hot in the summer and freezing in the winter. One year for either Christmas or Thanksgiving I remember mom driving us to Cambridge. Dad wasn’t with us, I suspect he was finishing up his thesis or something he may have come up later by train. Anyway we rode all the way with the back seat of that car filled with blankets it was so cold.
The biggest camping trip we took with the pop up camper was Paradise Michigan but I do recall a few other shorter trips. This was not dad’s idea of camping so my guess is the camper was a compromise with mom. The sweater mom is wearing is dad’s green sweater. I have so many memories of that sweater.
Finally based on the earlier picture you can see that I with my considerable woodsman skills was manning the fire. Even at the tender age I was then I was asked to play with fire. Luckily I was happy to say yes. I love the smell of a wood fire to this day.
I keep seeing these pictures – there are probably 30 or 40 of them. Us in different outfits and sitting together on the couch. I realized this morning this was actually the time out couch and Lynne and I were in timeout. It has to be why would anyone take 30 pictures of two people sitting on the couch.
This had to be mom’s time out model. Sit us on the couch and then for later use when we had dates or finances visiting show the pictures of the two naughty children in time out. Based on the number of pictures and the wear on the couch cushions I suspect we were in time out a lot.
I wonder what we did this time. We are both looking off in the distance there so I wonder if perhaps we were admiring some crayon artwork on the walls or possibly a kitchen with everything rearranged? Definitely look like two kids that are heavily involved in something. I bet she put us there on the timeout couch waiting for an admission of guilt. In the end I suspect that never came.
(It’s my memory mom)