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BHEAge Two
One of my favorite memories of visiting my grandparents HAS to be swinging on the rope swing. My grandfather would take two large ropes, loop them over the biggest branch of the old oak tree, and tie them together at the bottom. He would then fashion a seat out of an old plank by cutting v-shaped notches into each end and fitting it over the rope. Instant swing!
Anyone who is familiar with OLD oak trees knows that they have incredibly large roots. Once, I was showing off teaching my sisters how to swing really high and I leaned back just a bit too far. The next thing I knew, my sassy sundress-clad back was scraping across one of the biggest roots ever documented in the northern hemisphere. Lesson learned. Keep your back in the upright position when preparing for landing.
To this day, there is a homemade swing on that same oak tree. A tire has replaced the wooden plank seat, but the sentiment remains.
11 comments:
Is that the same swing at Grandma Milby's?
I've had a few swing wrecks myself!
Love the pic! At least you don't look like a cabbage patch kid!
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What a cute little two year old!!! Memories are one of those things that get better with age. I often wish I could have just one day with my grandparents to rehash memories.
Adorable!!
Down Dragon Run, we used to swing out over the piankatank river on a rope swing - just one rope with some knots in it for holding on - when you were airborne over the water you dropped. Heavenly.
We also had one of those home-made v-notched swings. Also heavenly.
Love that picture!
Adorable picture! And don't you think it was always much more fun to swing on the rope swing than a swing set?
Swings are just perfect!
Ahhhh. The memories.
My grandaddy put up a rope swing in an oak tree in their yard for us grandchildren. Good times. Priceless.
This past Tuesday would have been his 80-something birthday. Thanks for bringing back the memory of late summer afternoons in that swing.
Also, how adorable are you in your smocked dress??
You look so cute and just like you do now!!!!
Childhood memories a just the best
I remember a tree swing at my grandma's farm. There's nothing better than swinging when you're a little girl. Or a 42-year-old one, frankly.
I second what Daryl said...you still look just like your little two year old self!
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