Memories
Posted on May 14, 2008 by archiearchive FCD
While on a walk I found this.
It took me back sixty years to the memory of my father making me a swing. Unfortunately, this faded photograph (taken by my father with an old Box Brownie and the film developed by himself) is the only tangible proof that my recollections are of a reality.
Filed under: photography | Tagged: box brownie, Family, Memories, old-fashioned, swing
Now, that looks REALLY safe! Not! No Bridgestone there!
Nah, tire swings are for woosies - they have to have a slab of wood to be really good. How else are you going to get splinters?
Aww that your father botherred to spend time doing that for you is lovely. I love it when my father does something like that. He buillt a crib for my dolls when I was little
my dad built me a swing too when i was a kid. I loved it and played on it a lot. but those were the days before video games and 24 hour tv and the internet.
my kids required much more than a swing to keep them amused
@Philipa, living on isolated farms, until I went to school there was nothing to do - I think it may have been self-protection
@nm, ahhh, kids today. little imagination and no inventiveness - in that swing I was flying!