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What a beautiful spot, and a beautiful reminscence! It was easy to sit there beside you, and look out at the tiny traffics, and not have your Mom's house in view. I also had woods to retreat to, to explore and get into my own piece of the world.
posted by
Ciel
on November 6, 2020 at 1:53 PM
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How interesting to read! Though I never was one to wander off to seek solitude or a break from chores (they were usually meted out as a punishment and there was no escaping Mother then), my mother often told of times when she was a child that she had done so. This reminded me of her stories. Thank you.
posted by
Sea_Gypsy
on November 5, 2020 at 7:42 PM
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I had to be sent outside. I would kneel at my bed rereading one of my books. I read any and everything in the house, I read all of mother's Charles Dickens books from about 10 yrs of age altho. when I went back to them I did enjoy them more. I was spoilt as a kid, there were harsh rules about being a little lady and not playing with boys but I know my Childhood was pretty blessed mostly.
posted by
Kabu
on November 5, 2020 at 1:11 PM
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We used to go in small gangs over fields just for adventure. I can imagine you seeking solitude, you were probably essential at times helping Mum.
posted by
C_C_T
on November 5, 2020 at 11:05 AM
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It's nice to have a hidey hole. Mine was the basement. Mom hated to go down there and that was where my bedroom was.
posted by
Annicita
on November 5, 2020 at 9:24 AM
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This reminded me so much of my own childhood.
Your descriptions and observations are fascinating. You obviously are a person of detail with a keen eye. I too used to follow the trails that led to solitude. I was an observer, curious about the world around me and how other people lived their lives. I guess that creative minds are always watchful of their surroundings. 
posted by
Sherri_G
on November 5, 2020 at 5:39 AM
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A willow tree and me
Pat, thanks for painting such a nice picture of your memories. It's always nice to get away from chores and lectures. I grew up in the country and one day my Grandma dropped me off at a friend's house because she had to go somewhere but I don't remember where. I went outside and saw my first willow tree. I was so fascinated by this tree that I've never forgotten it. I spent the day with the willow and was amazed at how big it was. I think it must have been a really old tree. To this day if I see a willow I have to stop and look at it. Now we live in the city and there are very few willow trees. 
posted by
Goldiec
on November 5, 2020 at 4:33 AM
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