clothes line

Ok so i'm 46 and for some reason, as the years pass by, the more i recall some of the most random events, things, thoughts, and even emotions from my childhood. Maybe some of this has to do with our children who ask Debby and I "did yall have bicycles when you were our age?" i'm come on are we from Bedrock? hahaha.

ok Im exaggerating a bit, but stop and think about some of the items, or ways we would entertain ourselves in our younger days. One of the memories that continues to pop up for me, is the clothes line. Yea, where have they gone? Remember those days when all of your neighbors would have at least one line stretched out across the back yard, and if you were high falutin, well they may have two to three wires stretched out. Lines that would decapitate the tallest kid in the neighborhood during night time hide and seek and leave everyone laying on the ground laughing until you peeed in your pants, while he/she checked to make sure both eyeballs were still in their skull.

Man, yea I can remember looking out over the neighbors seeing everyone's unmentionables, and thinking are you kidding me.... Mr so and so really wears those? WOW! I guess when they (the unmentionables) hang out on a line for an extended period, in front of God and everybody, they are not unmentionable anymore......and don't think we didn't turn our heads at the well, you know the marks that clorox, just couldn't quite remove...the scars remain.... The days of running in and out of the clothesline, when mama hung the sheets out to dry and jumping in those same sheets that night with the smell of sunshine baked in was amazing. Those same sheets that left you searching for the cool spots way down at the bottom, as the window air conditioner threw out some serious snowballs. Or after a shower and you reached for a big fluffy.....uh stiff towel, that was baked in the same August sunshine and until it got a bit damp, felt like sandpaper going across your face. Or, or, or.....

Ah your there now, cool, hang out there awhile and bring your children in for some of those memories.