What are your unusual childhood neighborhood memories?

Discussion in 'Homesteading Questions' started by baysidebunny, Mar 6, 2005.

  1. baysidebunny

    baysidebunny Well-Known Member

    Mar 12, 2004
    Washington State
    Hey y'all, thankx for posting on my last (kitchen) thread.
    I enjoyed 'going back' in time in each one of your post.
    So many suppressed memories!!! :eek:

    Well, I was telling you in that thread about my neighbors dad measuring his shag carpeting with a ruler to show off the length, remember?

    Well the nuttiest thing that the whole neighborhood ever saw was when his
    dad hand-shoveling the mounds of snow off of his large front lawn. This is in Montana in the middle of winter, mind you but it was on a clear day without snow being in the forcast too soon, I guess.

    After he shoveled that snow off his whole lawn, (dumping it on the street) he spray painted the lawn green. You should have seen the cars come screeching to a halt on their way by just to stare at this one odd (standing out like a sore thumb) green lawn! :D

    Looking back now, it kind of reminds me of Darrin McGavin in "A Christmas Story." Those are precious memories now. :D

    What are your unusual childhood memories?
  2. Cyngbaeld

    Cyngbaeld In Remembrance Supporter

    May 20, 2004
    SE Missouri
    I remember flying back over the Atlantic when I was 8. We were returning to the States after being in Germany for 2 yrs. I was looking out the window of the troop carrier we were in (a prop plane, this was in 1960) and watching the flames shooting out around the motor. I was too young to realize the significance, but my Dad wasn't! Years later I mentioned it to my Mom and she said 'so THAT's why he was so nervous on that flight!" (Since he was a pilot with the Airborn division, she had not understood his nervousness until I told her about the fire.)

  3. Laura

    Laura Well-Known Member

    May 10, 2002
    My Dad's best friend was a Cowboy and I loved nothing better than follow him and watch him deliver calves, doctor livestock and train horses. All of his horses were kid safe cow horses. He taught us all how to ride.

    One day his brother brought home an "expensive show horse" that was supposedly trained. Midnight Star was untrained and crazy! Cowboy decided she needed to be restarted and retrained. After she jumped the corral gate a couple times and he had to chase her across the field to bring her back, he grabbed us little kids, we were 5 and six at the time, to be a human gate. We were to stand across the gate opening, arms out, fingers touching, and we were to wave our arms and hiss, yell, whatever if she came at us.

    Well, she did charge at us. With our arms flailing and us kids yelling, Midnight Star went airborn and launched herself over our heads. Our yells turning to screams and we hit the dirt, cowpies be darned. I watched her sail over us, thinking, " Dang, she's got a star on her belly, too!"

    This cowboy started yelling and cussing at us for letting the horse get loose. Us kids stood there looking at him and looking at each other. The cussing brought the Moms out to see what was up and we were escorted back to the yard to play for the rest of the day. Midnight Star was sold that week.

    When Steve and I were seven years old, we had completed some swimming lessons, therefore, we could go with our Dads fishing in the ocean. Steve's Dad being my Dad's best friend, the Cowboy, it was sure to be an adventure! We were excited! To get out in the ocean meant launching a big, yellow rubber raft from the beach. The tricky part was getting the raft over the waves, then we would have a day of ocean fishing a mile out.

    Our Moms fitted our life jackets, checked and rechecked them over and over while the Dads packed gear into the raft. They drilled us and made us repeat back over and over again, "If anything happens, head for shore and don't look back!" The Dads joined in the chanting, "If anything happens, head for shore and don't look back!"

    Finally, we got settled in our places in the raft. We were excited! We made it over the first wave, Yeehaw! The second wave looked weird, Steve and I looked at each other, "Uh-oh!" The wave swamped up and tipped us into the ocean and we headed for shore.

    Finding we couldn't swim worth a darn in the bulky life jackets, we fell back on out trusty dog paddles. Our Moms standing on the beach cheering us on, yelling "HEAD FOR SHORE!" At least that's what we think they were yelling.

    Our Dads behind us with the raft yelling, "HEY, YOU FORGOT YOUR FISHING POLES! COME BACK AND GET THE TACKLE BOX!"

    Then, Moms yelling something else. Steve and I can only speculate what that was, our ears were full of surf. We dog paddled until we were digging sand!

    Within a few minutes, the Dads, raft and most the gear was back on the beach. We picked up the last of it as it washed in. We assembled it all next to the raft. Steve and I were ready to climb aboard for another attempt at surf launching and a day of ocean fishing.

    We cried when our Moms wouldn't let us get back in the raft!
    These are my favorite childhood memories! :haha:
  4. tinknal

    tinknal Well-Known Member Supporter

    May 21, 2004
    My Dad, and an International H tractor that repeatedly tried to kill me (the tractor that is).......(I think)....

    Anyhoo, one winter him and I went to cut firewood, me , the chainsaw gas, ets in the front end loader (giant thing, made by some fiend during the dark of the moon no doubt). This tractor had a narow front (this is important). As we headed of the trail down a hill in too high a gear, dad tried to brake, and it just started to slide. Chainsaw, gas, and oil of course slid right out of the bucket, thankfully, the fiend had welded a support bar diagonally in the bucket. I wrapped my arms around that bar for dear life, I doubt the jaws of life could have pried me loose from that bar! My lower half was hanging out of that bucket, and if we had hit a tree it would cut me in two, had I let go the tractor would have run me over with the front wheels. I doubt at the time I thought about hitting a tree .

    Another time Dad and I were pulling split oak fence posts from an old cow lane. I was driving down the lane, dad would wrap a chain around the post, and I would pull the post with the loader. (btw, I'm around 10 when all this happens) The lane was old enough that cattle had worn the soil down about a foot so one side of the tractor was higher than the other side. We hooked on to a post that had a large protruding knot underground. The post would not pull out, instead the loader pulled the tractor right over (I'm sure the chain was hooked up off center). I stepped on to the rear wheel on the high side, and my Dad came and jerked me off the tractor.
  5. Tinker

    Tinker Well-Known Member Supporter

    Apr 5, 2004
    NE Ohio
    As far as crazy memories, I think that would be my dad and his friend trying to rid our place of snakes. I imagine they were just harmless black snakes, but at least one was living in a pipe sticking out of the hill. They lit an M-80 (firecracker) and threw it in the pipe, and of course the snake came flying out in several pieces. This probably happened after they consumed some of the a"home brew" they were making in the basement.

    Some of my best memories were going to the drive in. We would play on the swings till the movie started. We couldn't afford the snack bar, so my mom made homemade popcorn, put it in a used bread bag (no baggies bacj then), and we had kool-ade in the gallon thermos. We always took blankets and pillows, and us kids usually fell asleep before the 2nd movie started. I think it is a shame that there are so few drive-ins anymore. It was a cheap form of entertainment for families back then.
  6. Freeholder

    Freeholder Well-Known Member

    Jun 19, 2004
    Until I was ten, we lived on a homestead in Alaska, right on a lake. It was too cold for swimming, though we did do some wading around, but my brothers and I were pretty ingenious about devising floating things to play in. The one I remember best was my youngest brother's -- an innertube with a galvanized washtub set down in the middle of it. I think Mark was five or six when we made that one for him.

  7. rkintn

    rkintn mean people suck

    Dec 12, 2002
    Back in NW TN
    This is too funny! My sis and l like to remenisce (sp?) about crazy childhood memories...some of our favorites are riding in the back of the pickup, tailgate down, dangling our feet on a gravel road...lighting fireworks with cigarettes our dad gave us just for this occasion with a warning NOT to smoke them LOL..driving to town in my dad's pickup, radio blaring when I was 13! But the best of all was the time when I was about 8 and my sis was about 6 and we came in from school, mom and dad were both working..and we kept hearing a grumbling growling sound from outside..we weren't allowed out when our parents weren't home and we were both pretty scared...so I put my sis in a corner and stood guard in front of her with my BB gun until our folks got home! LOL we thought it was Bigfoot outside LOL
  8. big rockpile

    big rockpile If I need a Shelter

    Feb 24, 2003
    One thing that really sticks in my head was knowing an old Indian that rememberd living in a Tipi,and his family moving with the Tribe.Ofcourse I was young and he was very old.

    But when I first got married I knew a couple of Guys that retierd from building Steam Engines.

    big rockpile
  9. Jen H

    Jen H Well-Known Member

    Jun 16, 2004
    One of my jobs on the farm was moving tractors around during harvest time, so the men would have their equipment in place. Imagine an 11 year old snip of a girl piloting an International down the real, official road - with cars whizzing by doing around 70 mph. I literally had to jump on the brake and clutch to get the thing to stop (and do this way ahead of time), and turning meant leaning way out so my body weight could pull the wheel around.

    One year my Dad found some weeder geese that had been left behind in a cotton field. He brought the things home and put them in the pasture with our horses and fallow deer (that story's coming). These stupid birds had all of the other critters stuffed into a corner of that pasture - the horses and deer could have stamped the life out of those things, but for some reason they didn't. After a couple of days my Dad went in to **** the geese off and the birds ran him out of the pasture, too. A 6'3" solid 200 lb man, farming all his life, running away from 3 birds - it was just too funny. He came in, grabbed a .22, and that was the end of the geese.

    We were taking a road trip and stopped in at a rest-stop sort of place called "Casa de Fruta" (I grew up in the Fresno area, we were heading to the beach). Well, we kids started running around and found this zoo they had set up. My Dad came up behind us and saw these really neat looking white fallow deer. He decided he just had to have a couple of these things. "They're not domesticated animals" said my mother. "They won't hurt anyone, they're too small" said my father. "The kids go into that pasture as part of their chores, and those deer have not been bred to be docile around people" said my Mom. "Stop worrying" said Dad. Ok, so he managed to find 5 of these deer and had them in with the horses. Things were fine as long as the deer were afraid of us. After a couple of months, though, we could get closer to them and they were sniffing up to us. One day Mom was out with us - we were setting up a tarp for shade - and a doe took after my brother. She used him like a trampoline, just knocking him down and jumping on him. He'd get up and she'd knock into him and jump on him again. We girls ran out to flag down the men working in the orchard while Mom kept tackling this doe so my brother could get away.

    The deer disappeared very quickly after that. For some reason my brother has never been interested in owning animals other than dogs and cats. Also, Dad wasn't allowed to bring home anything other than the occasional bummer lamb. Now, Dad's trying to get me to take on strange animals, the latest obsession is yaks.
  10. reese

    reese Well-Known Member

    Jul 6, 2004
    NO VA
    Jumping out of the barn loft into a pile of hay, that was a blast until my brother knocked his nose on his knee and made it bleed...ran to mom and we got in big trouble.

    Riding the beef cattle, nothing like getting your leg rubbed against cattle pannels.

    driving the tractor while standing since it's the only way i could reach, while everyone else loaded the hay trailer.

    my sister getting "chased" by a black racer snake, lol THAT was funny.

    being the smallest, very petite girl I was able to climbe to the very top of the cherry tree, and eat all the good cherries up there and not let my brother and sister have any :D

    climbing the mulberry trees, gathering up mulberries for jam and coming in all purple with a bellyache :D and only half a bucket of berries.

    going out to the pasture and climbing up in a tree and reading a book for hours instead of chores.
  11. Tonya

    Tonya Guest

    My brothers loved to play baseball in our side yard. They would have a real home plate. First base was the second apple tree. Second base what the hole that the dog dug that we never filled in and thrid base was the light pole! And don't forget to break at least one house window a year!!

    My brother Kyle was a daredevil. I remember him walking on the high 8x8 beams in the barn and jumping from the back of the pick up truck to the manure spreader cause he was bored. One slip and that that boredome turned into almost 50 stitches on his shin.

    Mom and Grandma used to get me up at 6 AM to go raspberry picking at the old abandoned railroad spur. Other than the occasional snake, it was a nice way to spend the morning. Too bad they always picked the hottest day of the year to cook those berries down to jam later on in the day!

    And there is NOTHING like playing outside all morning and then going to the garden and grabbing a tomato, a carrot and some onions for lunch! Just run them under the pump outside and they're clean enough! No need to go indoors!
  12. chickengumbo39

    chickengumbo39 Well-Known Member

    Nov 29, 2003
    Beautiful Arizona!
    One of my favorite unusual memories was every summer my mom and I would pull uor travel trailer up to a spot along the creek in Sedona and spend the summer there. We would get up in the morning and fish for trout, go pick wild blackberries and apples and spend the day sliding along the slippery rocks (natural water slides) and swimming, hiking and "rock-hopping." We'd make apple sauce and blackberry pie and just had a great time. Sometimes at night we'd go watch a movie that they'd show outside projected on a sheet hanging on the side of a building, sitting on the lush lawn. One year there was a huge flood and some men pulled our trailer to higher ground "just to be on the safe side" Just a few hours later the spot where our trailer had been washed away! We were stuck for over a week on "the other side" of the creek....good thing we were used to living on blueberries and apples and trout! (We walked down to where there was a commercial trout pond which was back away from the flooding and bought trout there).