Beyond the walls of 222

The old garage loft. WWII bayonets and helmets seemed to be connected to the loft. 

Gillan

House roof hopping all the way up the block and getting down at the last house's garage. 

Gillan

Swinging from the neighbor’s garage roof with the rope dad added for the boys.

Marji

Remember putting on the big brown goalie pads and standing in front of the steps while Monte took shots with the tennis ball.

Marji

Monte learning how to ride a bike-teaching himself how to stop by running into the garage.

Lori

The bikes we blow torched and sanded in the basement and sanded and sanded before dad spray painted them.  Mine was metallic gold (fenders) and blue body with a gold banana seat and monkey bars, and got me to grade 7.

Lanny

I recall the slope of the porch and being dragged back into the house by Jody and Lanny on one occasion.  They had my hands and feet.  Knowing now as a parent how annoying little boys can be to their older siblings it’s more understandable to me now. Or, street hockey games in summer and winter. 

Gillan

I remember too sleeping out on the porch – one nite Beth slept with her head on the down slant and she woke up so sick and dizzy – still makes me dizzy thinking of it.

Marji

I remember all too well waking up with my head where my feet should have been.  The worst I remember ever feeling when I was little!!

Beth