Frostburg, Maryland. Where I grew up.
By Virginia Williams Kelly
Brady’s Creek in that same area was another favorite
spot of mine. Since spring and summer were two of my favorite times, I
always waited for the first thaw when the ground was still hard but the
ice on the little creek was breaking up and we had lots of water flowing in the
creek. It was then, on Saturday, that I love to put on my boots and head for
the creek. All I really did was walk for miles jumping back and forth from
one rock to another across the creek. Sometimes I even made it across
without the rocks. Now this creek was not very large but then neither was I so
we fit together very well, the creek and I. Today, much of the creek has gone and
been put underground into pipes. Such is progress. But the memories linger and
cannot be erased as the creek was by time.
Part 2: Center Street
Part 3: Summertime on Center Street
Part 4: Mushrooms!
Part 5: Fall and Winter on Center Street
Part 6: Growing up
Part 7: Friends and neighbors, life and death on Center Street
Part 8: Walking and strawberries
The URL for this post is: http://nutsfromthefamilytree.blogspot.com/2013/11/stories-from-mom-part-9-bradys-creek.html
You can read previous
post of Mom's stories here:
Part 1: Those were the days my
friend, we though they'd never endPart 2: Center Street
Part 3: Summertime on Center Street
Part 4: Mushrooms!
Part 5: Fall and Winter on Center Street
Part 6: Growing up
Part 7: Friends and neighbors, life and death on Center Street
The URL for this post is: http://nutsfromthefamilytree.blogspot.com/2013/11/stories-from-mom-part-9-bradys-creek.html
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