This tire swing hangs at the house where I grew up. I cannot tell you how many memories I have of jumping off the fence onto the swing and flying through the air with the sky showing a little through the branches and leaves of this big oak tree.
When I was back in my hometown this past weekend, we stayed at my grandparents’ house with Granny, Aunt M. and Uncle D. Granny’s house is next door to the house where I grew up, the house my dad and grandpa built, the house we moved into when I was in 2nd grade.
Saturday afternoon, we walked over to see the old tire swing and told the kids some stories about how much fun their aunts and I had on it as kids.
Living in central Oklahoma where the land is mostly flat, I forget how mountainous it is and big the trees get in SE Oklahoma. It’s always a bit of a shock to see huge pine trees reaching so far toward the heavens and how big around the trunks of the oak trees are.
I am so thrilled you got a great shot of that old tire swing. Photo is fantastic……
Thanks! I love this photo, too.
Do you remember walking on the fence, over and over again? I love that tire swing and the fence around the front yard. I miss that house. I remember crying when we moved. We moved into the house 3 weeks before I was born. Poor Mom!! Can you imagine moving when you’re 9 months pregnant?
I do remember walking the fence… and getting locust shells from underneath the fence, too. Do you remember that? Why were we so fascinated with those?
It has a many childhood memories with other kids on your town.We got one tire swing on my grandmother’s house in the province.Whenever i got there,i always remember the times.