Spring/Summer Happy Childhood Memories! - Bilge

I ikitnrev Tiki Socialite D.C. / Virginia Joined: Jul 27, 2002 Posts: 1325	I ikitnrev Posted posted on Fri, May 20, 2005 4:16 PM I grew up on a Wisconsin farm, so most of my summer memories have to do with being outside there. watching my Dad and older brothers going out into the fields to bale hay, and coming back with a wagon stacked high, and a few years later being able to join them and sit on top of the ever growing stack of bales, and then I grew enough where I was eventually stacking the bales by yourself (not as much fun, but still fun at times). before dusk, walking out to the fields, and bringing the cows back to the barnyard. We had one milking cow (milked by hand) who would lead the way if tapped with astick, and a couple dozen non-milking heifers who would follow. It was usually so peaceful, walking out and back with the cows following home. Once back in the barnyard, we would turn on the switch which turned on the pump which churned cold water into the metal cow drinking tank - dipping your legs in the cool water was so refreshing. We had to remember to later turn the switch off, else the tank would overflow, and the well would be pumped dry. growing up on a farm, with a cow that gets milked twice a day, we didn't get to travel much. But every summer we took a one-day roadtrip to Wisconsin Dells. Even though we only stayed at the most 12 hours there, that place was like heaven to a young kid, and it still has a magical quality for me - in fact, I plan on spending a few days there after Chicago's Exotica. (I don't plan on baling any hay though) There were also the local Firemen's picnics - the Vesper one featured a waterfight between local fire departments - a barrel hanging from a pulley wheel would be placed on a overhead horizontal cable, the two departments would face off on either end, and use their fire hoses to propel the barrel to the other department's side. I can still remember the sound of the stream of water hitting the barrel, and having water spray into the crowd, where the kids were always up front getting soaked. those are a few of my spring/summer memories, for now. Vern

I grew up on a Wisconsin farm, so most of my summer memories have to do with being outside there.

watching my Dad and older brothers going out into the fields to bale hay, and coming back with a wagon stacked high, and a few years later being able to join them and sit on top of the ever growing stack of bales, and then I grew enough where I was eventually stacking the bales by yourself (not as much fun, but still fun at times).
before dusk, walking out to the fields, and bringing the cows back to the barnyard. We had one milking cow (milked by hand) who would lead the way if tapped with astick, and a couple dozen non-milking heifers who would follow. It was usually so peaceful, walking out and back with the cows following home. Once back in the barnyard, we would turn on the switch which turned on the pump which churned cold water into the metal cow drinking tank - dipping your legs in the cool water was so refreshing. We had to remember to later turn the switch off, else the tank would overflow, and the well would be pumped dry.
growing up on a farm, with a cow that gets milked twice a day, we didn't get to travel much. But every summer we took a one-day roadtrip to Wisconsin Dells. Even though we only stayed at the most 12 hours there, that place was like heaven to a young kid, and it still has a magical quality for me - in fact, I plan on spending a few days there after Chicago's Exotica. (I don't plan on baling any hay though)

There were also the local Firemen's picnics - the Vesper one featured a waterfight between local fire departments - a barrel hanging from a pulley wheel would be placed on a overhead horizontal cable, the two departments would face off on either end, and use their fire hoses to propel the barrel to the other department's side. I can still remember the sound of the stream of water hitting the barrel, and having water spray into the crowd, where the kids were always up front getting soaked.

those are a few of my spring/summer memories, for now.

Vern

Post #160458 by ikitnrev on Fri, May 20, 2005 4:16 PM