Comments on: My Space http://www.museumofplay.org/blog/play-stuff/2010/07/my-space/ Explores toys, games, and all sorts of other stuff for play—past and present. Wed, 01 Feb 2012 14:30:05 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.2.1 By: Tara Winner http://www.museumofplay.org/blog/play-stuff/2010/07/my-space/comment-page-1/#comment-7863 Tara Winner Thu, 05 Aug 2010 14:17:50 +0000 http://www.museumofplay.org/blog/play-stuff/?p=1586#comment-7863 Tony- I love the thought of having a special room in a hedge, hidden from view! After reading this blog one of our library volunteers mentioned that she and her friends used to make forts out of piles of leaves and snow forts! I neglected to mention snow forts in my blog (I'm in a summer frame of mind right now), but what fun snow forts were as well! Thank you so much for sharing. Since posting this blog I've had a lot of people come up to me & share with me their "fort stories" their descriptions so vivid and memories so clear. Tony-

I love the thought of having a special room in a hedge, hidden from view! After reading this blog one of our library volunteers mentioned that she and her friends used to make forts out of piles of leaves and snow forts! I neglected to mention snow forts in my blog (I’m in a summer frame of mind right now), but what fun snow forts were as well! Thank you so much for sharing. Since posting this blog I’ve had a lot of people come up to me & share with me their “fort stories” their descriptions so vivid and memories so clear.

]]> By: Tony Miller http://www.museumofplay.org/blog/play-stuff/2010/07/my-space/comment-page-1/#comment-7862 Tony Miller Wed, 04 Aug 2010 17:57:35 +0000 http://www.museumofplay.org/blog/play-stuff/?p=1586#comment-7862 Gary, a neighborhood friend of mine, had a special "room" in a hedge alongside his parents' front yard. You had to crawl through an opening at the base of the hedge to get inside, but once you were in it was a large enough space for two or three kids to sit comfortably. You could see out through the foliage, but you were invisible to passersby. I was 11 years old when I was introduced to Gary's space, so we didn't use it very much longer, but it's a great memory. Gary, a neighborhood friend of mine, had a special “room” in a hedge alongside his parents’ front yard. You had to crawl through an opening at the base of the hedge to get inside, but once you were in it was a large enough space for two or three kids to sit comfortably. You could see out through the foliage, but you were invisible to passersby.

I was 11 years old when I was introduced to Gary’s space, so we didn’t use it very much longer, but it’s a great memory.

]]> By: Tara Winner http://www.museumofplay.org/blog/play-stuff/2010/07/my-space/comment-page-1/#comment-7860 Tara Winner Wed, 28 Jul 2010 13:44:09 +0000 http://www.museumofplay.org/blog/play-stuff/?p=1586#comment-7860 Penny, Thank you so much for sharing those memories with us, the description provided was so clear that I can almost picture it myself! When my young nephews get a little older, I will tell them all about the summer experiences we had and will show them the spot where the fort was built (my mother still lives in the same house). Landscapes may change, but our memories still linger on. Thanks again for sharing with us! Penny,

Thank you so much for sharing those memories with us, the description provided was so clear that I can almost picture it myself!

When my young nephews get a little older, I will tell them all about the summer experiences we had and will show them the spot where the fort was built (my mother still lives in the same house).

Landscapes may change, but our memories still linger on. Thanks again for sharing with us!

]]> By: Penny Maroldo http://www.museumofplay.org/blog/play-stuff/2010/07/my-space/comment-page-1/#comment-7859 Penny Maroldo Tue, 27 Jul 2010 16:08:05 +0000 http://www.museumofplay.org/blog/play-stuff/?p=1586#comment-7859 We lived in the "new country" outside of town in Birmingham, Michigan. My brother and I spent our free time after school or on weekends or summers going to the "woods" and just enjoying Mother Nature. We were about 7 and 4 when we moved there and yet we spent the next 10 years with the freedom to leave the house in the AM and only come home when the bell rang for lunch or dinner. We had a creek to go over to get to the woods and the meadows beyond them. The creek fed into the Rouge River. Our days were filled with building "forts" (digging huge holes in the ground and filling them with "furniture we found") picking wild flowers (never the forbidden ones...that would get us a spanking if we got caught), just laying in the grass and watching clouds go by or findind images in the clouds. It was an idyllic time...the 1950-1960's. Today....NONE of that great outdoors is left... no woods, no meadow and even the creek is smaller. It is all built up with housing developments. "Little boxes on the hillside...Little boxes made of ticky tacky....and they all look just the same". It is just too sad to go back to that once wonderful place where one had complete serenity....and see it now. But...it lives in my memory. I only wish I could give that to my grandchildren. We lived in the “new country” outside of town in Birmingham, Michigan. My brother and I spent our free time after school or on weekends or summers going to the “woods” and just enjoying Mother Nature. We were about 7 and 4 when we moved there and yet we spent the next 10 years with the freedom to leave the house in the AM and only come home when the bell rang for lunch or dinner.
We had a creek to go over to get to the woods and the meadows beyond them. The creek fed into the Rouge River. Our days were filled with building “forts” (digging huge holes in the ground and filling them with “furniture we found”) picking wild flowers (never the forbidden ones…that would get us a spanking if we got caught), just laying in the grass and watching clouds go by or findind images in the clouds. It was an idyllic time…the 1950-1960′s.
Today….NONE of that great outdoors is left… no woods, no meadow and even the creek is smaller. It is all built up with housing developments. “Little boxes on the hillside…Little boxes made of ticky tacky….and they all look just the same”.
It is just too sad to go back to that once wonderful place where one had complete serenity….and see it now.
But…it lives in my memory.
I only wish I could give that to my grandchildren.

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