I remember that dress. It was nylon. I hated the collar.
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Showing posts with label The First Decade. Show all posts
5/25/22
3/26/22
Meramec River Club House
Our grandfather built a clubhouse on the river with his two sons. We spent our summers there as children swimming in the river and jumping over snakes along the path.
Every spring the beach changed due to flooding. At one time it was a wide open gravel bar. A tree had fallen into the river blocking water and creating a natural swimming hole for us. We called it The Log. My granddad fly fished off of it.
I recall this moment and my dad asking us to sit on the swing. I was two. It was too high for me so he placed me there next to my older sister. I look the same.
Every spring the beach changed due to flooding. At one time it was a wide open gravel bar. A tree had fallen into the river blocking water and creating a natural swimming hole for us. We called it The Log. My granddad fly fished off of it.
I recall this moment and my dad asking us to sit on the swing. I was two. It was too high for me so he placed me there next to my older sister. I look the same.
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