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After going thru a couple of blogs earlier today, one of them struck a chord of mixed melancholy happiness. It wasn't much for words, but the content was a sound track from something out of my distant past. The late spring thru early fall of 1971.

I'd been discharged from the Army, and gone back to my former home town of Coeur d'Alene in north Idaho. My family had moved to Texas, and I didn't want to go there just yet. I stayed with friends then and lived off my unemployment till that ran out then then went to work for the hiway department as a flag man. Many things happened during that brief time span that I've not thought of in many years.

The weather was warm when I got “home”, and I had more time than money or good sense. Much like now, except the weather isn't as warm. Back stateside after my tour in Nam, I needed time to unwind, and heal from the constant on alert situation I'd been in for the last year. And unwind we did. Usually down by the Spokane river. There was a rope hanging in an old tree we used to swing out and drop into that cold water from. We had a fire pit and would build a fire in the evenings, spend our days swimming, and in general just loafing around. It was on private property, part of a saw mill that is no longer there, but they didn't mind us being there. We did clean up behind ourselves then. The few that did have jobs would come by after work, and much of the time we would spend just BS'ing, swimming, or other wise playing. Car radios playing at nearly full volume, singing along with the music, drinking, and trying to get into one or another of the gals pants that was there.

But what would you expect from a bunch of 20 year olds? We did what felt good at the time is what it amounted to. But the town has changed drastically now. Many of the old places have been torn down, and I don't know if there is still any access to the the old swimming hole. The old amusement pier is gone, and in it's place is a convention center. Sherman Ave., the main drag in town no longer has the little restaurants we used to sit and drink coffee in for hours, where J.C. Pennys was, is now a series of boutiques.

Yes, everything changes, and my old home town is not the same as it was then. The old gang is scattered or in some cases dead. But the memories of that time I still have, tho I don't sift thru them very often. There was so much that I didn't say here, things that happened, places gone to for different reasons. It is a world and lifetime away, but there is little if anything I would try to change, even if I could, about it. Life was good that summer, and I think it marked my full passage into adulthood. I moved out and tho I've been back a couple of times since then, nothing is exactly the same. It never will be again, but I do have those memories.

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Dione

Jan 16 @ 7:39PM  
I enjoyed reading this post. One of the magical aspects of memory is that you carry it with you no matter where you go or how many years have passed. It's good to have memories that we can appreciate isn't it?
soft_touch938

Jan 16 @ 7:44PM  
I think it's our age duster... I know what you mean 'cause ever once in awhile I do the same...drift down that old memory lane. I don't know about you, but mostly it's good traveling...especially the older I get. I just let go of the bad memories and stick with the good. Yeah...those were the days my friend......

Kudo...
onehornytoad69

Jan 16 @ 8:01PM  
RJ53

Jan 16 @ 8:10PM  
Times change, towns or cities change, but the one thing that does not change are the memories of those times that have helped make us who we are today.

Great blog.
YohanLondon

Jan 16 @ 8:41PM  
Nice piece of reading here.
Yes gone are the days when we did not have to fear walking down a dark alley or had to peer through the peep hole at who was at the door.

How times have changed. Memories do linger.
Thank you Sawduster.
Bless you
Yohan
theSkwirl

Jan 16 @ 9:18PM  
Duster.. are you aware of the Sherwoods from CourD'alene? I mean.. do you know any of those people? Cuz if so we might have a common connection other than the fact that I'm an old lady in a younger lady's bod.
RevDocLove

Jan 16 @ 10:10PM  
I had an eight year Endless Summer sailing
my catamaran 'Star Chaser' in the Western and Southern Caribbean..
Lots of partyin' down..

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