![]() made it an hour.ĭespite being in downtown Chapel Hill, our yard was huge. A lot of strategy went into this idea! We made some sort of speech to officially start, climbed on and…. We strapped foam rubber to each side of the plank of wood so that we could be comfortable seesawing while we slept. At one point, my sister and I decided we were going to challenge the Guinness Book of World Records Seesaw record. Voila! A Seesaw! I’m not sure if that wood was secured in any way or if we just relied on gravity (again, it was the 70s), but we spent a lot of time on it. We got a huge slice of log from someone and balanced a plank of wood on it. The seesaw was crazy, now that I think of it. The sandbox was OK (it was a triangle shape formed by large logs filled with sand) until the neighborhood cats started using it as a bathroom. I’m not sure how we figured this all out, but his mom made him buy us a UNC bean bag chair with his paper route money and all was supposed to be forgiven.Īlso in the yard, we had a totally hillbilly sandbox and seesaw. He thought that my friend and I had laughed at him (to be fair, we may have), so he snuck out of his house with a saw one night and took vengeance on the cabin. It was a mystery! Come to find out, a neighbor boy had done it. One morning, we came out to find a window and several pieces of furniture damaged and chopped up. We were always trying to start a club, but none ever took. Sometimes we would look at the bra section in the Sears catalog because it felt a little risqué. We would hang out in the cabin, drinking Tang or chocolate milk out of these large pewter Deerfield Academy mugs that Dad had. I’ll always remember the snapdragons because they were such an unnecessary, but lovely, touch. We had cute little furniture, Mom sewed curtains for the windows, and she planted snapdragons just outside the door. ![]() I don’t remember building it, I’m sure Mom and Dad would because they probably did the heavy lifting, but I do remember all of the lovely details Mom put into it. Mom’s parents gave us a kit for a log cabin playhouse. We rode bikes all over the UNC campus and spent a ton of time outside. ![]() Being 1970s kids, we were pretty free-range. ![]() When I was growing up Mom would make these carrots and I would gobble them up after a long day of playing. My Grandma Reed, whose favorite saying was “use it up, wear it out, make it do, or do without” would often have an old yogurt or sour cream container with “Copper Pennies” Sharpied on the lid, just full of these sweet & sour gems. It’s been a week of reflection and, with that, I’m going to give you a throwback recipe for the least healthy carrot dish in town! It sounds disgusting but, trust me, it’s good. ![]()
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