tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22918248.post3659590405279871686..comments2024-03-26T15:30:39.733-07:00Comments on Rainy Day Thoughts: More on AgingRain Trueaxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07994628226501093880noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22918248.post-32001413530263016382018-05-06T09:22:24.941-07:002018-05-06T09:22:24.941-07:00My brother and I would create towns with roads in ...My brother and I would create towns with roads in a little cliff behind the garage. I enjoyed that too. Having a brother, I played cowboy and Indians as well as soldiers. No wonder I like to write romances with action :). Good memories too. Kids had to entertain themselves more back then as there wasn't even much on TV to begin.Rain Trueaxhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07994628226501093880noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22918248.post-18820367798028732102018-05-06T07:56:24.259-07:002018-05-06T07:56:24.259-07:00Wonderful memories Rain and Brig. My best memories...Wonderful memories Rain and Brig. My best memories are of drawing,or playing in the dirt where I made small gardens, pretending with neighbor kids to be a cowgirl. Making forts in the grass. Cooked pampus grass on the Easy Bake Stove. Making Jack and the Bean Stock puppets with girlfriends in an interest group led by my mother. On my own I decided to make 3D flowers and animals of paper decorating paper Easter baskets for younger neighbor kids. Camping with my parents.Diane Widler Wenzelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03922006154864449959noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22918248.post-27673081932715795082018-05-05T21:20:26.527-07:002018-05-05T21:20:26.527-07:00A friend and I on a recent evening walk were discu...A friend and I on a recent evening walk were discussing this very thing. How we wandered everywhere by our selves as kids. <br />As a grade schooler I rode my bike to school three miles on country roads and had to cross a busy highway. I often rode by myself. It just was what it was. I made grass forts far from the house, fished in the creek, etc. No one worried about me, unless I didn't show up in time to set the table for dinner.<br />My friend lamented that her grandkids didn't know how to do anything on their own, and had no idea how to entertain themselves without electronics or other devices.<br />I'm the age I am, 71, and I have gained a bit of knowledge along the way. There is much more of interest in the world for me to learn. <br />Brighttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11299215170393879517noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22918248.post-7142025379824500552018-05-05T18:12:50.925-07:002018-05-05T18:12:50.925-07:00Yes, that is different, Diane. My life was very ru...Yes, that is different, Diane. My life was very rural. I sometimes find it amazing to realize when I was 5 and began first grade, it was a country school a mile and a half from our farm. I walked it. My mom didn't drive and Dad was a nightshift worker. I think of how I saw my kids or grandkids at five and can't imagine that walk with mostly no houses and either woods or farmland. Mom though did walk me down to where the woods stopped but she had my little brother at home. I don't remember being afraid most of the time although I also sometimes walked with neighbor kids from below the hill. I remember being fascinated by the pollywogs in the little ditch alongside the gravel road. The one time I was scared was when I saw a car coming and was by myself. I started running and didn't realize that it was my dad's car until he got closer. Grandma was with him and didn't like that I was scared but that little school didn't have buses.Rain Trueaxhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07994628226501093880noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22918248.post-74132429895353956782018-05-05T16:28:00.932-07:002018-05-05T16:28:00.932-07:00We are about the same age and I believe we lived a...We are about the same age and I believe we lived a very different childhood. During my earliest years I lived in rual Northern California but about the time I started kindergarden I lived near the busiest road, El Camino Real, in Berkeley. There wasn't the kind of freedom you experienced. I walked in groups because I was afraid. Later we moved into the ElCereto School District still in the East Bay Area. Between classes I was also fearful of the African Americans who we were respectfully correct to call Negroes back then. The year before we moved to Portland, 1957 ElCereto School District started segregation because of racial gang violence.<br />A difference now is there is more unrest and fewer children growing up on farms.<br />Since I was an only child, with no other close family, when my parents did have friends come and visit, sometimes I was the center of conversations with adults, sometimes I joined in on other topics not child centered and other times I went off to do my thing while they visited. At 3 course dinner mother, dad and I every evening had comversations on topics usually about nature, the beauty of our view of the San Francisco Bay, telvision shows, and art to name a few. Politics never discussed.Diane Widler Wenzelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03922006154864449959noreply@blogger.com