A very dry summer, and a few lies!….


I was reading one of my blogging friends’ posts and was reminded of an incident from childhood…..almost 60 years ago

…………………..as a child, on our grand-parents’ farm-land, there was a large clay-pit, no longer used, which filled-up every year with rainwater, and then slowly emptied through evaporation. There were two pools, one very small which dried quickly, and one which had never really completely dried before the rains returned, and no-one really knew how deep it was.

My brother and I were warned never to go near, but curiosity meant that one year we ventured down to the area, and discovered the small pond was almost completely-full of frogspawn. As it was a hot summer (weren’t they all?) it was evident that in a short period they would die from lack of water, so we decided to rescue them by transporting the jelly-masses by bucket-load and tipping them into the larger pond.

This proved to take several days for two young boys to achieve. Parents or grand-parents could not be advised of the project because of the prohibition on approaching the steep sides of the clay-pit, so we had to provide a number of plausible un-truths as to what we were doing each day!

Suffice to say, the project was completed successfully and we may have been responsible for the large number of frogs in the area later that year! Fortunately there were no houses in the immediate vicinity, and we were able to inform parents and grand-parents of the project. We felt good,about it (I think justifiably!), and had something to write in the inevitable essay which had to be prepared on our return to school..

….needless to say, the whole area is now covered  with houses and the incident forgotten, but it still remains fresh in the mind of a boy who never really grew up….

4 thoughts on “A very dry summer, and a few lies!….

  1. I’m with Shimon – absolutely beautiful! And a tribute to your gentle spirits. Who says young boys can’t be loving caretakers? Not me! ;)

    SO glad to see you’re still blogging, Harry! I’ve been away waaay too long.

    • One of the things about growing old is that you can’t remember what you had for lunch, but you can recall, in full colour, a day day from 60 years ago! That’s why I have some fears for the youth of today. What memories will they have of their childhood, sixty years from now, if they are not able to fill the memory banks with remarkable events.

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