tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775685.post113047589690281465..comments2023-10-10T10:09:48.794-05:00Comments on Letting me be . . . random wondering and philosophy: Clay Hills and Quicksand"ME" Liz Strausshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10711283307459944821noreply@blogger.comBlogger19125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775685.post-21118453914921142032011-07-19T17:43:47.069-05:002011-07-19T17:43:47.069-05:00Thank God you arose from the quicksand. It was a c...Thank God you arose from the quicksand. It was a close call indeed!Paula Lee Brighthttp://almost60really.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775685.post-1130623833589977242005-10-29T17:10:00.000-05:002005-10-29T17:10:00.000-05:00Hi Scot,Good to see you,Thank you. There were many...Hi Scot,<BR/>Good to see you,<BR/>Thank you. There were many fine times to be had on those clay hills and many dangerous escapes from that quicksand. It was an eventful place to be sure.<BR/><BR/>smiles,<BR/>Liz"ME" Liz Strausshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10711283307459944821noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775685.post-1130623649092245182005-10-29T17:07:00.000-05:002005-10-29T17:07:00.000-05:00Liz:What a wonderful moment of childhood you have ...Liz:<BR/>What a wonderful moment of childhood you have captured here by reflecting on a time where considering the possibilities and exploring what was beyond the realm created both a sense of trepidation and excitement. As children we are so willing to take necessary risks to discover what lies beyond our physical and spiritual boundaries, but some of us lose that natural inquisitiveness when we become adults. It is good to see that you haven't. <BR/>ScotAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13441809988487585009noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775685.post-1130528115020848242005-10-28T14:35:00.000-05:002005-10-28T14:35:00.000-05:00Hi Toadmaster,I just got finished emailing it to o...Hi Toadmaster,<BR/>I just got finished emailing it to one of my cousins. She'll get a kick out of remembering it. It's a place called Buffalo Rock, about 90 miles from Chicago, where there are real bison and river views, but no more clay hills and quicksand. <BR/><BR/>smiles,<BR/>Liz"ME" Liz Strausshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10711283307459944821noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775685.post-1130527927536852872005-10-28T14:32:00.000-05:002005-10-28T14:32:00.000-05:00Childhood is such an inocent and magical time. I ...Childhood is such an inocent and magical time. I love stories like this, and have a few myself.<BR/><BR/>BTW - where was this place?Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13441809988487585009noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775685.post-1130518094618019482005-10-28T11:48:00.000-05:002005-10-28T11:48:00.000-05:00Oh Betty,I'm so glad you got to come along with us...Oh Betty,<BR/>I'm so glad you got to come along with us out on the clay hills with the quicksand. It wasn't really quicksand, but our parents did play along. Once I decided that every fallen leaf impression was a fossil. But that's another story . . . <BR/><BR/>Thanks for the nice words you said. They're very meaningful to me.<BR/>Liz"ME" Liz Strausshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10711283307459944821noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775685.post-1130517884134083602005-10-28T11:44:00.000-05:002005-10-28T11:44:00.000-05:00I was actually transported to the clay hills and q...I was actually transported to the clay hills and quicksand. (This is unusual for me!) Was it really quicksand? I was terrified, probably because I had an episode with quicksand in a past life or something... And I was awestruck by all the fun you obviously had during childhood. That's the way it's supposed to be and so often isn't. Maybe that's why you turned out to be such a cool adult, so full of beautiful, thoughtful, insightful, caring words to share with those of us lucky enough to know you.<BR/><BR/>Lots of hugs,<BR/>BettyAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13441809988487585009noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775685.post-1130514645777594452005-10-28T10:50:00.000-05:002005-10-28T10:50:00.000-05:00Thanks for the compliment on my new pix.smiles aga...Thanks for the compliment on my new pix.<BR/><BR/>smiles again.<BR/>iz"ME" Liz Strausshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10711283307459944821noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775685.post-1130514557341056972005-10-28T10:49:00.000-05:002005-10-28T10:49:00.000-05:00kcuhibeHi Tanda,Great to see you around. Those mid...kcuhibeHi Tanda,<BR/>Great to see you around. Those mid term grades must have come out okay, because you don't appear to be grounded. :)<BR/><BR/>Thanks for taking this little adventure with my cousins and me. We did go back for the banana, but couldn't figure out where to look for it.<BR/><BR/>smiles,<BR/>Liz"ME" Liz Strausshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10711283307459944821noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775685.post-1130514487320919762005-10-28T10:48:00.000-05:002005-10-28T10:48:00.000-05:00P.S. Love your new pic. You're skin is gorgeous!P.S. Love your new pic. You're skin is gorgeous!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13441809988487585009noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775685.post-1130514394322604782005-10-28T10:46:00.000-05:002005-10-28T10:46:00.000-05:00I love adventure! It wakes up your spirit. That wa...I love adventure! It wakes up your spirit. <BR/><BR/>That was a beautifully written memory. I really enjoyed being able to see what you saw, Liz.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13441809988487585009noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775685.post-1130504665355555612005-10-28T08:04:00.000-05:002005-10-28T08:04:00.000-05:00Hi Cheryl, I don't know how I ended up on this sto...Hi Cheryl, <BR/>I don't know how I ended up on this story. I actually wrote the title for a different one, but the picture I was looking at, ironically of the ocean, brought this day back to me . . . and there I was. <BR/><BR/>My son and I returned to the setting this summer and the park has filled in the clay hills and quick sand and seeded it with wild prairie grasses. So our playgound is gone.<BR/><BR/>smiles,<BR/>Liz"ME" Liz Strausshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10711283307459944821noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775685.post-1130504437940250352005-10-28T08:00:00.000-05:002005-10-28T08:00:00.000-05:00Wonderful!There was uproar after we moved house an...Wonderful!<BR/>There was uproar after we moved house and my dad mowed the new back garden - it was much more fun overgrown.<BR/>Really well told, thanks for a lovely adventure. :-)Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13441809988487585009noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775685.post-1130500233178997972005-10-28T06:50:00.000-05:002005-10-28T06:50:00.000-05:00Jennifer,That's not such an argued point is it? Of...Jennifer,<BR/>That's not such an argued point is it? Of course they do.<BR/><BR/>Until about age 9 their brains won't even let them take on the abstract concepts the we talk about. At younger ages they don't really differentiate between real and fantasy.<BR/><BR/>Some people like you (and me) are good at remembering what that's like. THAT's the rare thing. <BR/><BR/>smiles,<BR/>Liz"ME" Liz Strausshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10711283307459944821noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775685.post-1130499957681383722005-10-28T06:45:00.000-05:002005-10-28T06:45:00.000-05:00Yes, that it. We even talked differently. Sort of ...Yes, that it. We even talked differently. Sort of like the guy who introduces the TV show Outer Limits--everything was very dramatic and in character. We called it "going exploring" too. That was an official name of an official thing to do. Today it would be brought you by an official credit card, if kids still did it.<BR/><BR/>smiles,<BR/>Liz"ME" Liz Strausshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10711283307459944821noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775685.post-1130499430155674652005-10-28T06:37:00.000-05:002005-10-28T06:37:00.000-05:00Hi Mojo,It's great to hear someone talk about that...Hi Mojo,<BR/>It's great to hear someone talk about that kind of playing. Don't hear much about it anymore. It does make great fodder for the blog. I'll have to start recalling more of the "cousin stories." Meanwhile, I'm coming over to read your blog today no matter how much work I have.<BR/><BR/>smiles,<BR/>Liz"ME" Liz Strausshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10711283307459944821noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775685.post-1130498087636494552005-10-28T06:14:00.000-05:002005-10-28T06:14:00.000-05:00Ahhh and again my point is proven: kids see things...Ahhh and again my point is proven: kids see things in such a different and more innocent light. I love them and their ability to let themselves go and explore, inter a world of imagination. <BR/><BR/>I remember when the front yard tree became our home (my sister, friend and I) and we suddenly became the Swiss Family Robinson, complete with a bedroom and traps (to keep the bad guys out--i.e. my brother and his friends) Ahhh can I go back to those days?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775685.post-1130497674710976142005-10-28T06:07:00.000-05:002005-10-28T06:07:00.000-05:00Sounds like fun. I love to explore like that when ...Sounds like fun. I love to explore like that when I was a kid too.<BR/><BR/>I remember going into a reserve with my friend and we got curious when we saw this path going off the main path into the jungle. We went in for a while but dared not venture further, because it was getting darker, and there were quite a few horrors -- like lines of big red ants, and really big spiders sitting in the middle of their webs that stretch across branches. We both decided it would unwise to continue and backtracked out of there quickly and with care.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13441809988487585009noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775685.post-1130484672764036972005-10-28T02:31:00.000-05:002005-10-28T02:31:00.000-05:00I long for the days when my cousins and brother an...I long for the days when my cousins and brother and I had adventures like this. Times like the time when the three of them tried to poison me in Lake Tahoe or when the three of them decided to ditch me while I was at Scouts make up a good portion of my happy childhood memories.<BR/><BR/>Not to mention those memories make great fodder for my blog.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13441809988487585009noreply@blogger.com