Day 336 Cookie Jar Sweet Memories-book IV

Day 336

 

 

Becky’s tree over the creek

 

 

We lived in one very nice home when our girls were little; the ten acre property sat high on the limestone bluffs overlooking Fountain creed and the vast Mississippi valley. We had an in-ground pool, a stable, horses and myriad riding trails. So? Why is Dad looking for new property?

Darned if I can figure out an acceptable confession to that particular transgression. Gypsy!?

Reckon! Sure enough! That might be the only sane explanation for such insane behavior. Must run in the blood. I reckon that, too. Luck-of-the-draw? For my poor kids, I mean!?

So, anyway, beside my “rational?” behavior, off we went searching for a “home?” Hmm!

One tract we visited had a rock bottom creek running the length of its 160 acres sporting a woods, bluffs and open meadows just begging for me to buy it. We looked at that property for over a year debating the pros and cons; the day we made an offer, no  other interest for five years, the realtor said he had a “higher offer submitted just that morning before we called. Huh!

I insisted that he write our offer, anyway. Turned out, he was telling the truth; we lost out.

On that tract of desirable land was a peninsula formed by a branch in the creek; this “V”-area held literally hundreds of ferns; just beautiful! Becky called it “Fern”-land.

The property also had a tree growing on the creek bank with a stout limb protruding over the babbling flow of water. Becky played on that limb riding it like a horse.

Another farm we viewed, and, eventually purchased, was 214-acres. Coincidentally, this farm also had a tree with a branch growing similar to the “Fern”-land property. Becky conscripted that tree for her personal “equine”-steed, also. It was near the bridge nearby where we built our new house after the purchase of the land, about a half mile from the old farmstead at the top of the hill. While looking at the property, we left 6-year old Becky to play on the tree branch while we sojourned on up the hill to the “old” house and farm buildings. Today, that would be a No!-No!

Adventure is where one finds it---or…make exciting life happen. Go out and “grab” some!

 

Ah! Cookie Jar Sweet “Nature’s-beauty” Memories!