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Re: Story Friend & Nostalgia
Posted By: Capt D In Response To: Re: Story (Capt D)
Date: Saturday, 1-7-12, at 12:53 p.m.
Now you got me goin on the "wayback" machine.
Been friends w/ my best friend growing up for 63 years now. Meet him + 3 other guys I grew up w/ and played w/ on a daily basis, for 2 dinners a year w/ spouses and about 6 breakfasts w/ just the guys.
We had nothing to speak of. We didn't consider ourselves poor as we didn't know any better. My bike was made from parts, and I was embarassed to be seen on it.(I couldn't wait to get a job and buy a real one.) Our playground was the cemetary across the street. There we played baseball, football, sleded, ice skated, played hockey w/ tree branches for sticks, picked mulberries (till dad asked if we knew where the roots of the trees were...in the ground w/ the caskets of course,) picked redworms, picked mushrooms, caught rabbits, collected buckeyes in the fall for "wars" hiding behind leaf forts, we used ski's (I had a junior pair), ate lunches, dug caves, fished, and got chased by guys w/ BB guns. I was allowed (as were my friends if they were w/ me)in the cemetary for all those things, as cemetary workers ate lunch daily at my dads bar. Back then graves were dug by hand, and as they dug, nightcrawlers were saved and brought to me every day in a coffee can.
We spent most of our free time in the cemetary...but when the long shadows started to fall in the evening...we were "out" of there!!
There was a monster rumored to be there, called "Orange Eyes". Never saw him but word was he slept in the caves we dug out of the cliffs.
Later we all got part time jobs at the YMCA and worked there throughout high school. We were counselors at Y camp cause it gave us a vacation we'd not otherwise afford.
Memories...
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