Popular Post Kirby Posted August 12, 2017 Popular Post Share #1 Posted August 12, 2017 When I was just a little tadpole, we'd go up to the Catskills in the summer. We were city kids who didn't spend a lot of time outdoors, although we'd hang out in the neighborhood park a bunch. But when the summer came, we'd go up to the mountains and finally have a chance to ride bikes, and hike up the road to go play in the sttreams. It made me feel very free and adventurous. One summer I got ambitious and decided i wanted to ride my bike to the next town over. We didn't have a car with us in the country, so you were stuck in your little town until my Dad drove up on the weekends. Going to North Branch was a wild adventure! I felt very excited. My mom agreed to come with me because she probably didn't want her dopey city girl riding alone. Google maps tells me it's only about 5 miles each way, but at the time it seemed like a huge distance (especially on our old hand me down bikes). When we got to North Branch, we went to the General Store and got ice cream treats. Then we rode our bikes down the path to the abandoned church building and explored while we had our ice cream. I felt very accomplished and proud. At the time I enjoyed the adventure, but as I grew older, I appreciated my Mom doing this when I assume it's the last thing in the world she probably wanted to do since I never saw her biking anywhere else. That made me feel very loved, sort of like the formerly unfortunate and not spring green pink tumblers. Years later I was on vacation and saw a framed print of an abandoned church at the end of the overgrown path. it reminded me of my great bike ride, and that print is the only picture that I've carried with me through a number of moves. It hangs in my bedroom right now, and when I pass it each morning it makes me smile. The End 9 5 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Further Posted August 12, 2017 Share #2 Posted August 12, 2017 Bless your Mom 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
AirwickWithCheese Posted August 12, 2017 Share #3 Posted August 12, 2017 That pic needs to be hanging at the Airwick estate. 1 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Wilbur ★ Posted August 12, 2017 Share #4 Posted August 12, 2017 I love this story Kirby. I know your Mom is a wonderful woman just by her daughter. 2 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
F_in Ray Of Sunshine Posted August 12, 2017 Share #5 Posted August 12, 2017 This has to be fiction. Tadpoles have no legs and can’t ride bikes. That picture reminds me of a little church kind of in the middle of nowhere (Downtown Siloam). It’s tucked back in, off the road. It’s not abandoned, but it’s not a church anymore, someone’s living in it. I always thought it would be a neat place to live. I’ll have to get a picture next time I’m out that way. 2 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ralphie ★ Posted January 16, 2021 Share #6 Posted January 16, 2021 On 8/12/2017 at 6:22 AM, F_in Ray Of Sunshine said: This has to be fiction. Tadpoles have no legs and can’t ride bikes. That picture reminds me of a little church kind of in the middle of nowhere (Downtown Siloam). It’s tucked back in, off the road. It’s not abandoned, but it’s not a church anymore, someone’s living in it. I always thought it would be a neat place to live. I’ll have to get a picture next time I’m out that way. @F_in Ray Of Sunshine, we’re waiting! 1 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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