There was a field near our house growing up, and sometimes we would be allowed to walk through it to get to school. We had to dodge cows, and jump over a brook, and it was all very exciting for some reason. A great place to live in a totally make-believe world. Also, this was the heyday of Little House on the Prairie, so you could almost pretend you didn’t live in “the Ocean State” when you were on that field, and instead lived out on the high plains.
I am sure this photo of me was taken by either Jen or Katy, my kindred spirits at the time. I’m 11 years old or something like that.
There was a field just like this behind our house in Duluth, MN. I think that high plains look travels the country so it can infect our childhood memories.
Most memorably, this was Air Force housing, so there was a solid row of homes and then field. One summer, the grass got too high and too dry and there was a fire. Everyone grabbed their hoses and streched out and were fighting the blaze until the fire dept showed up to finish putting it out. It was relatively minor, but it’s quite a thing to remember rows and rows of neighbors out there with their garden hoses spraying down the flames.
What an amazing image.
I can hear the Little House theme song just looking at that picture. At least you weren’t Carrie, otherwise you’d have to go rolling down the hill soon.
The hills are alive…
I am CRUSHED that someone beat me to “the hills are alive…”