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Big John.
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Big John.  The first hill was a 25 degree angle and a long slope, fanning into the outfield of the baseball field. At the top was a flat surface where the parents stood, chatting, sipping coffee from thermoses, wiping noses, pulling up droopy snow pants. We called it the kiddy slope, taking the ride only to bring us nearer the goal. On the far side of the playground, Big John. A 75 degree slope with a bump to another 75 degree run over a tar hill bottom that emptied at 80 degrees into a dead end street. That is, IF you could pitch your ride perfectly. If not, a steel fence edged the grounds. For some, bailing was the answer, for others, the crash must out. No parents stood at the top of this hill. Anarchy ruled. No one looked to make sure the way was clear. You were ready to go, you went. Someone slogging back up got out of YOUR way. The speed would build, the bump would toss you, the speed take you, and just in that second you had to choose, bail, hit or sail over the tar hill. The day was nearly over when my brother’s friend hit the fence. The sound stopped my trek to the top. I sat on my saucer and headed down. His face was so white. We had to kick the fence to get his leg out. We put him on his sled, dragged him home. He cried most of the way. My brother pushed the doorbell. His mother answered the bell. She ran out, shooing us away. By the time we got home, mama was so mad at us, it took a while before she stopped talking long enough for us to tell her what happened. Longer still until we found out how he was because Mama went to help so we ended up with Da and he can’t cook so we had cereal for supper and Mama took the pie she made with her so no dessert. He’s okay but he'll have a big cast Mama says. And no more Big John. "what were you thinking?" She hugged us tight then and said she was proud, then a bunch of stuff about being in the right place at the right time. So my question iwas why no more Big John if it’s the right place? She just stared at me like she does sometimes. Da set his hand on my shoulder, steered me out of the room Sighs. You cannot conceive the many without the one. |
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as I sit watching the snow pile up, my toes finally warming after taking Charlie out, I will admit that this is part of being a New Englander that I cherish. the bite of weather. hearing snow thunder.....although Charlie took off when that happened. for a dog pushing 13, he sure can run when the spirit takes him You cannot conceive the many without the one.
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I'm intrigued why parents didn't stand at the top of the hill other than it's a trek to walk up a hill!  
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We use to do that back east all the time when it snowed. You sure did bring back some fond memories when I was younger hugs V ty .. Become a blog watcher sweet_vm
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Sledding, one of the joys of winter. Something like that happened one winter when we were out sliding. It was a new kid to our backyard sledding area. There was a big wooden cable reel that was down at the bottom area of the sliding path and it was frozen to the ground so we couldn't move it. The ground was kind of swampy in that area when it wasn't frozen. We told the kid that if they were headed toward the reel to dive off their sled or something/anything other than hitting it. The snow was very well packed and icy so that along with the very steep and long hill side resulted in some pretty high speeds by the time we got to the bottom and shot out toward the reel. Well the new kid didn't dive when he should of even with everyone yelling at him as he slammed into the reel. He broke his leg and we went and got the parents. They had a hell of a clime getting back up the hill with him. Our sliding got forbidden until the reel could be removed. Fortunately the winter thaw came up about a week or two later and we pried the reel up and rolled it off out of the way. I guess looking back I was lucky in that we never had far to walk to get to a good sliding spot. Boy most of them were real good, but the return trip up the hill was twice as far and it seemed to get further the longer we were sliding. Then there was that walk back home when your legs weighed 1000 lbs.  Vive La Difference
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We had a hill like that, too. . Just one bump though, and one of those flimsy wooden fences if things went wrong. What a great story.  And your Pa knew enough about your Ma to *get you out of her way* at just the right times. 
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I love winter too...but not this one. It's been too warm, and you can't adjust. Become a member now and get a free tote bag.
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