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A constant delight during the summer was donning our "mud-bathing suits" and
playing in the creek behind the Hophouse. The Hophouse was a big building
that stood right behind where the Shop (the one Uncle John has converted
into his summer home) now stands. The upper level was even with the top of
the barnyard, but on the creek side, it extended all the way down the hill--
three stories. It had been a hop drier when G'pa Gutbrod raised hops and
when we played in it there was still an upper story with little rooms. In
one of them was an old chest and some boxes of things that had belonged to a
former hired man. We were told to leave them alone, but of course we made
them out favorite playthings. Dressed in his clothes, we played house with
the funny assortment of pots and pans. But best of all was sitting flat in
the creek and creating all sorts of towns and villages along the bank of
mud. It was from that deligh that we were called (with G'ma's famous
"oooh-hoo") to have our pictures taken by the photographer that day. And if
you catch a sullen expression in the level look on my face, that explains
it! I even remember the photographer cooled his heels and waited until we
were out of the bathtub to take our pictures!
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School. I started first grade in Sheridan in the big old three-storied grade
school where Faulconer now is. Walked to school those first two years,
stopping to roust out Ross Daniels next door, and we trudged off together.
By the time we were in the third grade, Ross had fallen two years behind me,
but by this time, Daddy had worked out a scheme with Lee Ladd who owned the
bus company that we would be taken to school in exchange for a sack of
potatoes each fall. I always felt that everyone on the bus knew about that
sack of potatoes, and thus I was a lesser mortal! It was understood that we
would be allowed to sit down only if there were seats left over from
the high school kids, so Ross and I mostly sat on the steps of the buss and
gazed out of the little slitty windows in the folding doors. The bus also
woudl only make on stop, so sometimes we got on at our mailbox and sometimes
we trudged up to the Daniels'. By the time Dodi started, poor Ross had to do
the slogging, I think!
The school was surrounded by a boardwalk, and the water always collected off
those hills and the schoolyard would be a sea literally all winter. Part of
the joy of recess was walking on those floating sidewalks. There were also
swings on the yard east of the school, but the joy of all joys was the
"Giant Strides," a huge pole like a telephone pole that had long ropes
hanging down with knots on the end like a Maypole. Some lucky sould, usually
one of the tinier ones like Aunt Dorothy Morrisey and Valeta Daniel, would
be chosed to hold the rop that circled the pol in such a ways that when we
all got to scampering around that person would simply float through the air
hanging onto the knots on the end! (Where was the school board? Somebody
could been killed!) There was also a slide attached to the school on the
west side, just outside the first grade window. Many a rip in my shoes or on
a dress came from that slide-- the metal was wrapped up about halfway down
and inflicted a mean wound. The school board did away with it for safety
reasons. I think the Giant Strides was demolished because the new school was
the one-story type and took up the space.
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