tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4130421352415377273.post7618248734267410451..comments2024-03-28T16:31:23.093-07:00Comments on Books in Northport: This Blog Is a LieP. J. Grathhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12693462910472164289noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4130421352415377273.post-79440619098889274442013-05-22T17:05:56.980-07:002013-05-22T17:05:56.980-07:00Yes we were.Yes we were.Dawnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00824027366993286152noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4130421352415377273.post-10125677160167578022013-05-22T04:10:27.134-07:002013-05-22T04:10:27.134-07:00Oh, the joy of vacant lots! We had them, too, when...Oh, the joy of vacant lots! We had them, too, when I was a kid. Out my bedroom window was a small 40' lot with no trees at all, but it had lots of wildflowers. Down the hill were a couple of others, one with a huge willow tree and, in rainy season, a stream. Yes, those small pieces of wild ground were whole worlds to us, and I feel sorry for kids who grow up without that freedom.<br /><br />Also across our road then was a farm that grew corn and soybeans in alternating rotation, and in the fall after harvest and all winter long those fields extended the world we could explore. I loved watching sunset across that field from our front porch, dreaming cowgirl dreams. <br /><br />We were lucky kids, weren't we, Dawn?P. J. Grathhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12693462910472164289noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4130421352415377273.post-51829447629640233642013-05-20T17:33:21.066-07:002013-05-20T17:33:21.066-07:00Sad. I guess we always expect to be able to run f...Sad. I guess we always expect to be able to run free. When I was a kid of 10 or so there was one vacant lot across the street from our little house. We called it 'the woods' and played there building forts and climbing trees. It was only one lot but it was enough for us. Then we moved across the lake, and down at the end of our street were acres of hills with two streams and we played there building forts, running around in the mud, climbing trees. Each time it was only after we moved that houses went up in 'our' woods, so I never had to witness it. I'm glad about that. And sad that you are witnessing the loss of your own woods and lake.Dawnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00824027366993286152noreply@blogger.com