By Linda Ibbitson Hurd
Special to the Express
When we were growing up in Hanson there was a cozy little house, across the street from our Elm Street home, owned by my Grandfather Ibbitson. He and my grandmother had lived there until they moved their expanding family directly across the street into a big blue shingled house.
The little house had a nice living room, a kitchen, bath and two bedrooms with a small upstairs room that overlooked the big front lawn. The living room led to an enclosed porch which was across the front of the house and had many windows. Inside the porch was what looked like a long built-in bench that was actually storage for toys and an assortment of other things such as blankets, towels and clothing. The house and yard were care of by a man who owned it back then and my grandparents had a key as some of their things were kept in the storage bench until the owner could find a tenant.
On summer evenings my grandmother could be seen sitting in her Adirondack lawn chair in the front yard of the little house with her teenagers, my aunts, Sally and Sam and two of my uncles, Richard and George. My sister Penny and I were allowed to go over and some of the neighborhood kids would end up there as well along with friends of our aunts and uncles. The gathering usually evolved into a fun fest for the kids.
We’d lay on the ground looking up at the clouds, watching them change shape while we called out what they looked like. When we got restless or bored, we’d pluck the stems off the narrow leaved plantain weeds with the little black heads on them that looked like raisins and curl the stems upwards to snap off the little black tops at each other while running around the yard. Inevitably one of the kids would end up falling or crying if they got snapped and Gramma would put a stop to it.
Richard and George would start swinging us around and we’d laugh and scream until they set us down and we’d stumble around from being so dizzy; we always went back for more. Sally and Sam would go into the porch and come out with a couple of blankets. We all took turns laying down in the blankets while our uncles, aunts and their friends, Rita and Loraine who were sisters, helped by picking up either end of the blankets that now looked like hammocks with a kid in them and they swung us back and forth into the air while we giggled and shrieked with delight. Gram approved, commenting it was safer than swinging kids around any other way.
Aunt Sally was very good at doing and teaching us handstands. She and Sam and their friends also showed us how to do cartwheels. When we played games like Red Light or Simon Says, some of the dogs and barn cats liked to join in. When we tried Leapfrog one time, Gram put her foot down making it clear it wasn’t allowed on her watch.
To the far right of the front lawn was a Lilac grove where my siblings and I played as did our aunts and uncles before us. It magically transformed into anything we wanted it to be. In the spring it was fragrant and beautifully dressed in its white blossoms. Further out in the yard beyond the Lilacs was a small pond. Around its edge were Pussy Willows in early spring and also the home of Cattails that both Gram and my mom loved putting in vases. We made a few rafts out of barrels and boards and had fun floating around on them pretending we were pirates until they sank. It wasn’t too deep of a pond, we always landed on our feet and were careful of the turtles and frogs.
We watched many a sunset from the lawn of this house and when it got dark, the Lilac grove and the woods beyond became enchanted with fireflies. We knew once it got dark it wouldn’t be long before our parents would call us in. Sometimes my dad would come over and Penny and I would get to stay until the moon came out. When dad was there he and Gram would sing an old song I came to love called, “The Old Lamplighter” That would prompt more singing and we’d all join in. Two favorites were “K-k-k-Katy” and “Oh Suzannah”.
The little house is still there and I’m happy to say a family member lives in it. I may not frequent it like I did growing up but the memories of those simpler times and what we did for fun stay with me. I still love watching the clouds, a sunrise, sunset, fireflies and the magic of a full moon. It brings back those simpler times and the faces and voices of my Grandparents and all my Aunts and Uncles.