The many times Dad lost us

Grandma Kc wrote this on December 20th, 2013 19 Replies

This is a special memory from my own childhood.

One of my best childhood memories is of the pine trees my Dad grew. I am not sure how many of the 49+ acres was used to raise them I just know I loved those trees. No matter what the time of year they were the most magical place to go and hide. I was convinced that there were elves and fairies living under those trees.

Every December Dad and mom would sell Christmas trees. Dad worked full time but after work and on the weekends he would hitch the trailer to the tractor, go back, and cut down pine trees to sell. If we were lucky, my sister and I would get to go with him. There were many Decembers in Michigan when there was a lot of snow on the ground. When you are little snow is wonderful! It is especially fun as it comes cascading off the trees and on to your head. Dad would pile the cut trees into the trailer, haul it back to the house and unload them at the bottom of our driveway next to the big maple tree. I can remember very vividly the sign he hand painted, complete with a decorated Christmas Tree on it. People would honk when they pulled up and Dad would go down and trim the bottom limbs off the trees so they would fit into a tree stand. Mom would make beautiful wreaths out of those excess branches.

Posing the the snow in front of the old barn 1954

One year my sister and I hid under the load of trees that Dad was taking back to the house. He told mom that he had lost us and didn’t know where we might be! She stood on the porch and called and called us as we laid there and giggled and giggled! I’m sure she could see the trees bouncing! Our hiding was one of those typical kid things – it was funny the first time so it would be funny a hundred times! I know we often hid under those trees but it was lots more fun the winters when it snowed. Long pine needles aren’t nearly as pokey when they are covered in a good thick layer of snow!

Playing in the snow in front of the old barn 1954

While I don’t have any old pictures of us with the trees I thought I would share these.
They were taken in December of 1954.

19 thoughts on “The many times Dad lost us

  1. Sandy

    What a beautiful memory!!! I wish I could have seen the Christmas tree farm! I bet you’re right about the elves and fairies that lived out there! I’m sure there was a lot of wonderful energy there!!

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  2. Joyce

    What a cute story of the fun two imaginative sisters can have together! I do remember the feeling of magic that snow brought to us during childhood. It always seemed to be deep and pure white. Once in awhile there would be an icy crust on deep inches and we’d step across the yard with our boots sinking way down as we walked.
    Your pictures will always bring back those happy days of playing with your sister!

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    1. Grandma Kc Post author

      Oh! I remember that so vividly! Living on the top of the hill I can even remember one winter when the snow was so deep and the layer of ice over it was so thick that we could run our sleds over the top of it! But stomping through the ice – and getting snow down your boots – really was the best!

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  3. Judy@grandparentsplus2

    Great memories, love the photos, and the post made me smile. Once when our daughter was around 4, she went outside to ride her big wheel while my husband was doing something in the garage. Later he came in the house, and I asked where she was. He looked at me with this blank look and said he didn’t know. I went tearing out of the house and there she was about a half a block away riding along on the sidewalk all by herself. He totally forgot her. At least your Dad knew where you where. πŸ™‚ I love these memory posts.

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    1. Grandma Kc Post author

      You must have been panic stricken! Of course today a Mom would really panic. Things were somewhat safer then for a 4 year old riding her bike down the sidewalk.

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  4. Yannet

    What wonderful memories, you described them so well. I could see the picture in my head. Thanks for sharing! Remembering is living…. All over again! Xoxo

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    1. Grandma Kc Post author

      Can you believe there actually was a time in my life that I liked snow?! I hope you and the girls have a wonderful Christmas and that Santa is good to all 3 of you! You deserve it! xo

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  5. debra@ HOMESPUN

    What a fun and FESTIVE story!

    You girls giggling under the trees made me laugh as this hiding game has to have been played a million times here with Brent. Under my bed covers giggling away as I pretend that I can’t find him but what is wrong with this pillow I found ( which is him, of course, and then he gets tickled, and then we have to play it all over again )

    Sounds like a magical Christmas time when you were kids ! πŸ™‚

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    1. Grandma Kc Post author

      Hiding of any kind really is one of the best games ever! Ever since Amara has been old enough to understand the idea of hiding from Grampy it has been part of her bedtime ritual, too! She hides under the covers and giggles and he bats at the lump on the bed asking what that is and where did Amara go. At some point he will pull down the covers and Boo and lots more giggles go on. Every once in a while he will sneak up on her and wait her out – then when she pulls the covers back to see why isn’t there he Boos her and after squeals of delight there are lots more giggles! Hiding is fun!

      Again – I am so glad you talked me into doing these memories! Merry Christmas Debra!

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  6. Launna

    Amazing memories Kc, I should do this on my blog once and a while, you brought back so many memories of my childhood… the good ones… Merry Christmas πŸ™‚

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    1. Grandma Kc Post author

      You really should do it! I bet your daughter would love reading them, too!

      PS I am trying to keep all the memories I post the happy ones – not always easy! I am glad it made you think about some of your good ones.

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  7. KImberly

    I remember a snows so deep, that if you fell down, you weren’t sure you’d find your way back out. We don’t get many snows like that anymore. I love snow because winter mud is just kind of depressing.

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    1. Grandma Kc Post author

      Some friends on Facebook were just remembering the blizzard of 1978. I was in Michigan then and wondering why I had ever left southern California! You are right about snow versus winter mud. Everything looks as if it is in black and white and it is really depressing. Then you have those days when the snow is high, the sky is bright blue and sunny – and it is -10 degrees out!

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  8. Joan Stommen

    I too love these, Kc. I too should get my old photos out and give it a try on my blog. So fun re,embering these childhood Michigan winters! You put the reader right into the moment!
    Joan

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    1. Grandma Kc Post author

      Do it! It is wonderful for our grandchildren but what I really love is that Jenna just read this and had never heard the story! This is not the first time that has happened. Share! I always wanted to start a trend! I want all my grandma friends to do it! Hope you’re staying warm! Merry Christmas Joan!

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