How many of you remember the “kissing corner” on the playground?
As I remember, the Woodsdale playground was somewhat segregated by fencing. The older students played on the Maple Avenue side of the playground facing Vance Church. That’s the side where the softball diamond and backstop was located. The younger students played on the section on west side entrance facing Bethany Pike. The entrance to Mrs. Fox Kindergarten room was at the back of the building on that part of the playground.. The north side fence ran slightly behind her room and formed a “V” about 8 feet deep. And that my friends formed the “Kissing Corner”!
The game was to chase someone into that corner…the price of freedom was a kiss. Both sides played the game..... I distinctly remember being corralled by an “older woman”. Her identity and honor shall be preserved to my grave. (Name rhymes with Date).
Friday, February 25, 2011
Saturday, February 12, 2011
Valentine's Day
Time: Valentine's Day, 1956
Place: Miss Holderman's Fourth Grade Class
Underneath the front blackboard were aligned all the gorgeous, creative "mail boxes" we had prepared in anticipation of an onslaught of valentines. Red construction paper, white lace doilies, cupids, hearts...the works. This ritual included a trip to Murphy's five and ten to get the valentines, a night of signing them, and then on the big day....put them in the various envelopes. Silly slogans, cartoon animals wishing each and every member of the class a Happy Valentine's Day. On Miss Holderman's recommendation we were NOT to leave anyone out..a card was required for EVERYONE, BUT if there was someone REALLY special in the class you could get away with a BIG, HONEST-TO-GOODNESS card. At the end of the day, it was time to open your "mail box" and see if anyone was ready to declare undying-fourth-grade love. I don't remember ever getting my heart broken on the day, but again, we must have been too young even for first crushes, as those sincere Valentines seemed to elude everyone!
Sunday, January 30, 2011
Mountain Men
When I was about five, I would sit on the back porch with my Dad and look up at the “mountain range” that rose above Edgewood Avenue. I would imagine all sorts of adventures on that mountain. “Come on, Dad…can we go up there tomorrow?” Dad would always tell me that I wasn’t old enough, but he always said that we would climb to the very top when I was old enough.
I don’t remember exactly when it happened. I think I may have been eight or so. A couple of us went up to the Etz house to sell some Cub Scout popcorn. No one was home. We went around to the back of the house just to make sure. We were not prepared for what we saw in the Etz’s back yard.
There it was…plain as day…no mistake... That was an honest-to-goodness opening there in the very back of the yard. No question….it was a path! Yep, a real pathway leading right out of the back yard and straight up the “mountain”. It must have been made by the Indians or the pioneers or somebody cool hundreds of years ago.
So three Woodsdale Kids dressed in Cub Scout uniforms stood there a minute looking back and forth at each other. It didn’t take long, maybe a second, before it was agreed with nods all around. And the adventure began that perfect summer day. Off we went to explore the unknown regions of Woodsdale. I would finally scale Mount Edgewood.
“Now what?” I remember saying about a third of the way up when the trail ran out. All we could see ahead were trees and more trees. Lots of thick underbrush made climbing even harder. There was no sign of the top. Surely we were close. Then out of nowhere….mosquitoes! Swatting was useless. I don’t remember who started, but the next thing I remember we were all running as fast as we could back down the hill. The trail reappeared. Then we burst out of the woods rolling into the beautiful green grass at the Etz house. Safe at last!!!
Then I remember that we all started to laugh…and laugh. You know, the kind of laugh that says you have done something really cool together. We laughed and joked all the way home. We had done it. We had discovered the entrance to Mount Edgewood.
We promised each other, that day, we would return soon. We would do it again. Only this time we would be prepared…we would bring mosquito repellent.
Circle of Life
My friends and I would make hundreds of trips to the top of “Mount Edgewood” in the years to come. We would camp, hunt squirrels, and simply enjoy being free and independent.
Thirty some years later, my family and I were visiting my Mom & Dad. It was a beautiful summer afternoon. I was sitting on the back porch with my five year old son when he said “Dad, have you ever been to the top of that big mountain? Do you think we could go up there some time? Tomorrow?”
I don’t remember exactly when it happened. I think I may have been eight or so. A couple of us went up to the Etz house to sell some Cub Scout popcorn. No one was home. We went around to the back of the house just to make sure. We were not prepared for what we saw in the Etz’s back yard.
There it was…plain as day…no mistake... That was an honest-to-goodness opening there in the very back of the yard. No question….it was a path! Yep, a real pathway leading right out of the back yard and straight up the “mountain”. It must have been made by the Indians or the pioneers or somebody cool hundreds of years ago.
So three Woodsdale Kids dressed in Cub Scout uniforms stood there a minute looking back and forth at each other. It didn’t take long, maybe a second, before it was agreed with nods all around. And the adventure began that perfect summer day. Off we went to explore the unknown regions of Woodsdale. I would finally scale Mount Edgewood.
“Now what?” I remember saying about a third of the way up when the trail ran out. All we could see ahead were trees and more trees. Lots of thick underbrush made climbing even harder. There was no sign of the top. Surely we were close. Then out of nowhere….mosquitoes! Swatting was useless. I don’t remember who started, but the next thing I remember we were all running as fast as we could back down the hill. The trail reappeared. Then we burst out of the woods rolling into the beautiful green grass at the Etz house. Safe at last!!!
Then I remember that we all started to laugh…and laugh. You know, the kind of laugh that says you have done something really cool together. We laughed and joked all the way home. We had done it. We had discovered the entrance to Mount Edgewood.
We promised each other, that day, we would return soon. We would do it again. Only this time we would be prepared…we would bring mosquito repellent.
Circle of Life
My friends and I would make hundreds of trips to the top of “Mount Edgewood” in the years to come. We would camp, hunt squirrels, and simply enjoy being free and independent.
Thirty some years later, my family and I were visiting my Mom & Dad. It was a beautiful summer afternoon. I was sitting on the back porch with my five year old son when he said “Dad, have you ever been to the top of that big mountain? Do you think we could go up there some time? Tomorrow?”
Saturday, January 22, 2011
The Man in the Bowler Hat
Does anyone else who lived on Poplar Avenue remember Joe Coberly? He used to leave the house only after dark and usually wearing a derby and smoking a cigar. I have no idea what he did for a living, but come to think of it, I don't think he ever spoke to anyone....at least anyone on Poplar. His aunt Aunty Freeze was the neighborhood "ghost". She would sit in her window and scratch on the windows. Some say she believed someone was hanging from the windowsill. She was in her 90's when I was a kid, but I don't remember her ever dying...isn't that strange?
Did you have any weird characters on your Woodsdale street?
Here's another question...were there snowplows plowing the streets of Woodsdale when we were kids? I never saw one, but I can still remember the sound of the chains on cars going up and down the street. How come no one uses them today?
Did you have any weird characters on your Woodsdale street?
Here's another question...were there snowplows plowing the streets of Woodsdale when we were kids? I never saw one, but I can still remember the sound of the chains on cars going up and down the street. How come no one uses them today?
Saturday, January 15, 2011
Friday, January 7, 2011
Kadizzlites Land in Cottonwood
The night sky in Villa Neuva was amazing. Kadizzle has not seen stars like that in a long time. Being in one of the few dark spots in the United States has distinct advantages. Every year we stop at this same wonderful little state park. It is on one of the oldest Spanish routes ever used in this country. From there we busted down to route forty and headed West. The snow disappeared and it was like a different world. Now for a few days we are holed up at Mae's. Mae is Kadizzle's 86 year old girl friend. Mae has one of those special chairs for Kadizzle that automatically lifts you up to a standing position. Luckily Mae lives across the street from Patty, Kadizzles little sister. Mae insist on treating us like royalty. So got to run in to her house and have coffee and breakfast.
Thursday, January 6, 2011
Snow Daze
For several years now there has been a debate as to whether we had snow days, either at Woodsdale or later at Triadelphia. I honestly cannot remember school being called off during my childhood. In later years when I became a teacher, first in Massachusetts and later New Hampshire, snow days were commonplace, and I, along with my students would be up half the night awaiting "the call." But thinking back to the 50's and 60's, I seem to remember us always having school. Can other people remember? If school were called off, how were we notified?
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