Mama Kat Thursdays: Backwoods Indiana Memories
As kids, my sisters and I grew up in Indiana, way out in the country. Our home occupied one cleared corner of 22 acres of heavily forested property that included a valley with a creek rocky creek at the bottom. If I recall right, the land once belong to a company who lumbered all the Black Walnut trees some time prior to our parents purchasing the land, but left behind a fabulously wide and well established trail through the woods and down the hills to the creek. That creek was our play place and if we had nothing better to do at the house, up would come a chorus of "Let's go down to the creek!" and off we'd go! It was a lovely shaded creek, surround on both sides by tall trees and full of rocks ranging from large boulders to tiny pebbles of granite, mica, quartz, limestone and more---a rock hound heaven! The rocks were pretty, too, ranging in colors: tan, brown, gray and pinkish. The water itself was full of fascinating life: tadpoles and minnows would ...