Tuesday, May 15, 2012
Play on the Mountain
At the end of the school year, life changed for us--no more getting up early for school, no more walking the mile to catch the school bus no more homework. Instead for us children, there was getting up, a hearty breakfast, doing chores, then hours of playing on the mountain, maybe a hike to the nearby Indian ruins, where arrowheads and teepee rings, spoke of an earlier time. We didn't have bikes--there was no place to ride, instead we would go horseback riding, or draw pictures of life around us. There were always books to read, or mud pies to decorate with juniper berries. We girls made necklaces out of Russian Horse tails, A favorite game was to make the road to town. We would spend hours tracing every curve in the dirt behind the house, rocks would pile up for the canyon and the tunnels. Scraps of wood would fashion the buildings in Cody.
The boys would go hunting for grouse or rabbits or fishing for trout for supper, or play with the cattle--practicing their roping skills.
They might also help the girls might help bake cookies or bread.
Often I would make clothes for our dolls.
We never were bored, there was always something to do, and with three brothers and three sisters there was always someone to play with or to get into mischief with.