"Visiting the Old Home Place."

I stood between the two trees where the bedswing once hung. On my left, a couple of rods protruded from the tree with bent hooks on the ends where one end of the bed spring had hung. On my right was a smallish tree with a gaping hole in it, where the other end of the bed spring had been hung. I looked back toward where the old house had been, the old uncles and Aunts and Dad and Mom had visited over there in the yard, played horse shoes and other things. Uncle Wes came and offered us a bag of dried fruit. What a treat. The big boys stood up on the ends of the bed swing, feet spread wide for pumping power, hands gripping the cables, the girls and littler children grouped and clung in the middle of the swing hanging on for dear life, laughing and joyful. Then the dry heaves and wet heaves began from the full stomachs. It was 1955. What memories. Then Nehemiah, hearing our talk came up and looked in the hole in the tree and saw something curved, thought it was a piece of wood; reached in and pulled out a big steel hook. The threads very usable, the hook having a deep worn groove in it, where the cable had ground back and forth, back and forth, as the children laughed.....