walking to school…

I woke up this morning revisiting my walks to school as a child. “Ahhh” I mused, this would make a beautiful blog post…BUT as my thoughts rolled along, they didn’t lay out in a tidy way but began to overlap. Soon, my mind became a busy train station of flash backs and I felt I had lost the single thread I wanted to talk about. So…here I am starting over with the images I woke up to and we’ll both discover where it takes me…

I grew up in a small mill town in Massachusetts. I still live there today. It is what locals call a “hill town”. It is nestled in the most beautiful place on earth known as the Berkshires. In the Berkshires, one lives on a hill or in the valley, that’s it. I lived on a dead-end street at the top of a “hill”.

I’ll talk about the tortuous uphill climb home from school  another time…for now it is all about the downhill walk to school.

The scene is exceptionally like that from To Kill a Mockingbird, except in colors bright. My favorite part of the 1/2 mile stroll was along Marion Avenue. I didn’t realize it at the time but that was where the rich folks lived. Ancient maple trees formed a tunnel as they held hands above the avenue. The side walks were familiar and riddled with frost heaves. Those heaves greeted me like old friends along the route. I felt I could have walked it with my eyes closed and never stub my toes.

You must ,by now, realize I have a romantic view of things in my memories. I kid you not,the next description it as accurate as I can muster without a photograph…

Trees held everything in place along my path. Even within a “stone’s throw” of the 3 story brick Brayton School, I was still in the forest. As I passed the final house (which had a white picket fence) I skipped downward toward a brook. Of course Autumn was the time for school so in my “mind’s eye” leaves danced along keeping pace with me. Their rustle a whisper to stop and play awhile.

A small wooden bridge, not easily visible from the street, kept the feet of school children dry across the brook. Then up a steep grade and under the most perfectly shaped maple tree of ALL. I remember it in full Autumn dress. It remained there, the first nature that  I touched on the way home and the last one who saw me right to the door in the morning.

There’s so much more to tell…another time…

4 thoughts on “walking to school…

  1. whimsyrighthere 01/29/2011 / 7:09 pm

    Funny, those pictures in our mind. I cannot remember how I got to school in the winter. My solitary walks are golden in color, crisp in feeling. Always solitary–I don’t know how all of the other kids got around.

    Gloria

    • sillyfrogsusan 01/30/2011 / 8:10 am

      That’s so true…I remember everything but other kids! Was this because I was memorizing the place? Always have I enjoyed solitude and nature? Guess so…

  2. Olivia 01/30/2011 / 2:33 am

    Super like this one- I could keep reading it forever it seems..
    Uphill climb- where was I? Atleast I would have kept myself well within the inches.. sigh..!!

    I would really love to visit there someday- if situations willing.. It doesn’t need any, but a pic or two would be lovely for greedy ones like me!!

    I love colors and bright ones at that.. wooden bridge, forest, picket fence- I envy you!!!!!!!!

    Why your romantic ideas are just what I could use for lazy mornings and to actually live in- AMEN.. 🙂

    Love xxx

    • sillyfrogsusan 01/30/2011 / 8:13 am

      Hope you are well my friend. DO find your way to the Berkshire Hills one day!
      A child’s “eye” never notices the power lines and traffic…wish I could see things as clearly today 🙂

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