I can't help sometimes thinking about the the especially summers. I miss the sound of cruickets, the moon and stars, sleeping outside, gathering cat tails, sitting outside and counting the few cars that venture down out street. Sometimes I hate progress. Our little town with its dirt roads, where did they go? In school we played jacks and jump rope and tether ball. We brought heavy metal skates with a key so we could skate. We played games like, Anty Ey Over, Butcher Boy, Colored Eggs and much more. Tag was another.
Sometimes I with I was born in the 30's. When I read about all fun things my mom did with her cousins in her small neighborhood and even when she moved around so much seemed a lot more fun that today or even in my day. I liked the music more then too. Why do we always think other times were better? I don't know but right now the way this place has changed so much, I would really just like to move away from here and try someplace else!
When we were camped up on Diamond Fork, We took a ride to Clear Creek Utah. There is where my mother was born and where my grandparent's met. My grandfather was a coal miner and my Grandma worked for a Doctor.
These are some photoes of the area which was so quiet it was almost like the Twilight Zone. But the places had been taken care of and probably were summer homes. This place was truly beautiful.
