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I had a place like that when I grew up. I always loved spending my summertime at my Aunt Lisa’s house on Lake Guntersville.
We had landmarks on the way to grandma’s too.
Heh, landmarks on the way to my grandmother’s were cities like Louisville. Of course, it was a very long drive at 826 miles.
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You did grow up right close to where my father lives now.
I built an arbor over a back patio, and really, really, really wanted to have honeysuckle grow up over it, but my wife thinks it’s a weed, so we never did.
Most of my time in Arkansas was way to the west of there. Grandpa moved to Rogers after he died so he could run around Beaver Lake on his boat.
That must have been interesting.
Pea Ridge Battlefield wasn’t far away, here was a Daisy BB-gun factory, plus fishing and zipping up and down the lake with Grandpa … yeah, it was fun.
Sorry, Percival I was being snarky. I was referring to the “after he died” part.
Sorry. “After he retired.” Don’tcomment before coffee.
We had the cellar door, and the mulberry post I nailed a basketball hoop to.
I did! :) Terry and I drive through Springfield at least twice a year.
I have plans to grow honeysuckle up my trellis this summer. I have a north-facing front porch and we’re the last zone it will grow in.
That’s a beautiful part of the state. We used to go over to Eureka Springs during the summer as well to see the Passion Play at Christ of the Ozarks. I called that statue White Jesus and I burned my hand on it one summer.
Great story. Reminds me of Conway Lake, in Michigan.
The Ozarks and the surrounding area are the best part of the country to grow up in. I might be a bit biased. :)