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"The Gravel Pit" Chapter 2

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On a hot, July day in the summer of 1962, the gravel pit was a place full of action. It seems, once again, all the neighborhood boys had picked this day to try out their home made go carts they had put together from various pieces of lawnmower wheels, wood, rope, etc. If they were really into it, they might even have them painted. One after the other, they would line up this go cart at the top of the hill, and then one or two of them would push the driver on the go cart as fast as they could, to give the him a good start. It was then the exhilaration, and perhaps a bit of anxiety would set in, and hope you could make it all the way down the hill without finding yourself in a wreck.
These go carts, all home made, were steered by either a rope connected to the front board covering the axle ( which usually consisted of a piece of old rebar) and you would pull the rope in the direction you wanted to turn. And if you wanted to stop???? This was left up to your own resources. There were no brakes, but many a pair of tennis shoes were worn out, that
 
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You looked to be full of hell too!
Cuter than a speckled pup!!
I am a waiting for the next installement.
 
Thanks for sharing some beautiful memorys.I am amazed at how similar my childhood memories are to yours.Across the creek and over the hollar from you kids would have found myself and my gang doing the same things.We built go-carts,club house's,had our swimmin' holes and fishin' poles and of course took a sacred oath that NO girls were allowed!I really believe that todays kids-although no doubt more intellegent then we were-have missed out on much.They may have electronic games and satelite t.v. but will never know the thrill of flying down Calahans hill-or the gravel pit-in a homemade go cart.I was right there with you with this one and look forward to your next installment!
 
Before you acquired your super-fine cart, we ALWAYS allowed you to pull OURS back up the hills, whenever you would. Remember?
We were such 'nice boys.'
I guess Linda took a likin' to havin' the best cart. You see, Lil Brother and I drive old cars that have seen their better years. Linda Jean, however drives a NEW one every time the ash trays get full....and Daddy just GRINS~ <img src="/metal/html/grin.gif" border=0 width=15 height=15 alt=":grin"> <img src="/metal/html/grin.gif" border=0 width=15 height=15 alt=":grin">
Daddy wanted me to name my cart "the Blue Bird" but I thought that was a sissy name. I remember Randy Grant had his big sister Linda build him a great looking cart, upon which on the back of the seat it read "Speed-O." We laughed that red-headed boy to scorn because, even though it LOOKED great, it didn't coast well at all. He shoulda used a little more peanut butter on the wheels. <img src="/metal/html/tongue.gif" border=0 width=15 height=15 alt=":b">
Thanks for the story, Sis. But I really didn't think I was so 'truel.' (that's Lil Bro baby talk for the word 'cruel') <img src="/metal/html/lol.gif" border=0 width=15 height=15 alt=":lol"> <img src="/metal/html/lol.gif" border=0 width=15 height=15 alt=":lol">
Johnboy
 
Did the nice boys ever accept you into their club? Did you ever race any of them down the hill?
This is a good story, I really enjoyed it. I kinda think that we all grew in the best of times. Please have a great day! Kelley (Texas) <img src="/metal/html/smile.gif" border=0 width=15 height=15 alt=":)">
 
was over, every dang one of those guys took a ride on MY go cart! (I've always been a softie) And I did get to race them. I don't know if I was ever accepted in their club or not, but most of the time, I would work it around where I got to be in the middle of their games, until I grew up a bit, then I wouldn't be caught dead with any of them! <img src="/metal/html/lol.gif" border=0 width=15 height=15 alt=":lol">
I know sometimes we thought we had it bad, but looking back, our childhoods were a little piece of heaven!
 
I do recall having to pull a few of those back up the hill, hoping I would get a ride!
And yes, daddy does grin! I know that for sure!
I never knew back then, that a day would come that I would love the two of you as I do now!!Go figure!!
 
what real fun was. I tell them about it, but they can't appreciate it!
And the name of our really big hill in the neighborhood closest to our house was "Bunyan Hill". An our swimming hole was in the Lakeview Addition, which if we were ever caught going swimming and not let mother and daddy know, we were in for spanking! That was a real firm rule! Of course, all of us did it, and figured it was worth the punishment if we got caught. We didn't see it from a parent's perspective, that if we drowned we would forever change life as they knew it. But we all learned to swim real early, and the three of us with the others were just fearless! Or so we thought back them!
 
in me. It was a difficult time when I had to make the adjustment from tomboy to "young lady" as my mother put it. I don't really know if I made all the way!! <img src="/metal/html/lol.gif" border=0 width=15 height=15 alt=":lol"> <img src="/metal/html/lol.gif" border=0 width=15 height=15 alt=":lol">
 
you seem to have an awfully good memory, thats kinda scary <img src="/metal/html/shocked.gif" border=0 width=15 height=15 alt=":shock">
Good story Linda thanks! <img src="/metal/html/smile.gif" border=0 width=15 height=15 alt=":)">
Wayne
 
the part where you went off the track into the briar patch <img src="/metal/html/lol.gif" border=0 width=15 height=15 alt=":lol"> Sounds like your daddy taught you more than carpentry back then! Great story Linda!
Dave
 
But, you sure brought back memories of the "good old days" of my childhood with the cousins and other neighborhood kids, only, we were trying our hands at building a raft for the creek. We built one so good and so great, it was too heavy even for all of us to pick up and carry out into the water. After that we got the use of Uncle Jack's old skiff, and we could skul that out to the Islands, go swimming off of it, and explore the other creeks.
I enjoyed your memories, Linda. Thanks for sharing them.
Mary M.
 
on these a little at a time. Sometimes I feel they might get a little boring, so tell me to stop when you have had your fill! <img src="/metal/html/smile.gif" border=0 width=15 height=15 alt=":)">
 
child hood days! I bet you have some good ones! <img src="/metal/html/smile.gif" border=0 width=15 height=15 alt=":)">
 
I will forget some of these things I keep stored in my head! I look at old pictures that are dated, and relate them to when it was! I'm sure I am off on some of the dates, but not by far! <img src="/metal/html/smile.gif" border=0 width=15 height=15 alt=":)">
 
I will forget some of these things I keep stored in my head! I look at old pictures that are dated, and relate them to when it was! I'm sure I am off on some of the dates, but not by far! <img src="/metal/html/smile.gif" border=0 width=15 height=15 alt=":)">
 
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