Wednesday, March 14, 2012
Chelsea Court Memories
My family has recently been cleaning out my father's house as it has too many stairs for him to live there again. Naturally, we are finding memories everywhere, both expected and lost. What's that line from the Field of Dreams; "The memories will be so thick they'll have to brush them away from their faces." It feels like that sometimes.
Many of the memories are related to objects known over our lives. Sometimes, the memories come from the place itself. Sunday afternoon, I was loading my car and found these kids riding their bicycles around the court circle on the first nice Sunday of spring and I remembered all the laps of that same circle I did when I was a kid.
Back then, the tree in the middle was only about 15 feet tall and surrounded by bushes. We would play racecar riding our bikes around and around. We would play war while hiding behind the bushes. We would practice basketball or hockey on this great, low traffic piece of pavement. If we got a little snow, we would slide our bikes with the rear brake locked and imagine ourselves as dirt track racers. Finally, when we talked my Dad into building a low power go cart from copper plumbing, we would drive that go cart as fast as we could around the circle.
It's hard to believe that was 50 years ago. No wonder that tree in the middle is so tall.