Hi
I never saw this or knew about it. Pretty awesome looking. Never heard there was another one that caught fire. I’m wondering why I was not up there as much as you were. I probably was in summer school? Or maybe they liked you better.
Love you Hank
Mary Ellen
Pamela Fischbach
on August 27, 2017 at 8:59 pm
Very cool! I too have fond memories of building forts as a youngster. We moved into a new neighborhood with new housing so there was a lot to choose from in the construction scrap piles. The kids on the next street over also built their own forts. At some point it turned into a competition, which led to the formation of clubs (kinda like gangs – only non-violent) so this required entry challenges. My sister appointed herself as the leader and made up the challenges. Fun times!
“TREE HOUSE
A tree house, a free house,
Dear Hank, What a great memory you have of a child. I was inspired to share Shel Silverstein’s book Where the Sidewalk Ends was one of the go to’s I would read to my daughters before bedtime.
Below is the Tree House poem from Silverstein’s .
A secret you and me house,
A high up in the leafy branches
Cozy as can be house.
A street house, a neat house,
Be sure to wipe your feet house
Is not my kind of house at all-
Let’s go live in a tree house.”
― Shel Silverstein, Where the Sidewalk Ends
Sheldon
on August 29, 2017 at 2:06 am
Quite a “work of art”! Impressive!
Sheldon
on August 29, 2017 at 2:07 am
Sheldon
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Hi
I never saw this or knew about it. Pretty awesome looking. Never heard there was another one that caught fire. I’m wondering why I was not up there as much as you were. I probably was in summer school? Or maybe they liked you better.
Love you Hank
Mary Ellen
Very cool! I too have fond memories of building forts as a youngster. We moved into a new neighborhood with new housing so there was a lot to choose from in the construction scrap piles. The kids on the next street over also built their own forts. At some point it turned into a competition, which led to the formation of clubs (kinda like gangs – only non-violent) so this required entry challenges. My sister appointed herself as the leader and made up the challenges. Fun times!
“TREE HOUSE
A tree house, a free house,
Dear Hank, What a great memory you have of a child. I was inspired to share Shel Silverstein’s book Where the Sidewalk Ends was one of the go to’s I would read to my daughters before bedtime.
Below is the Tree House poem from Silverstein’s .
A secret you and me house,
A high up in the leafy branches
Cozy as can be house.
A street house, a neat house,
Be sure to wipe your feet house
Is not my kind of house at all-
Let’s go live in a tree house.”
― Shel Silverstein, Where the Sidewalk Ends
Quite a “work of art”! Impressive!
Sheldon