This is a post for Sepia Saturday 150.
The prompt picture shows a group sporting outdoor. I’ll show you a few of our adventures about playing outdoor.
1951 06 28 My sister Albertine
Ideally we go to the beach. Mom takes over sandwiches in a bag and a bottle of milk. You can have fun with a beach ball or digging holes near the sea and watch the water running. You have to watch out for jellyfish, because you can be pricked. Dad has forbidden us to go too far into the sea. We are allowed to go until the water reaches to our waist and certainly no further.
1952 05 15 My sisters Anneke and Albertine
We live during the fifties in a quiet neighbourhood without cars and almost every day we are outside playing in the street. We like jumping rope with a very long rope, where the children take turns to jump through. If it is marble time, we each have our own bag with marbles and try to win even more marbles. We have a peg top with string and we try our toll as long as possible to run. Opposite our house is a blank wall and there you may well bounce balls, we can quickly with two balls at once. We still know how to sign a hopscotch on the side walk. The track has boxes of 1 t/m 12. You then have to throw a block on one of the boxes. When hopping from 1 to 12 you should skip that box. If you hit the lines, then you’re off.
For some games you have to sing a song, such as “Skipper I may sail on”. There is another song “Shepherd let your sheep go.” This is a question and answer denounce. Then the children walk to the other side, while the child who plays the wolf tries to catch them.
1952 08 08g Dad, John, Aunt Alie, me, Corry, two Aunts, Albertine
Picking blueberries for dessert.
Aunt Alie is the oldest sister of Mom. She has a son, John. Aunt Alie and John also go along with us on our first holiday trip to a summer cottage in Voorthuizen. Aunt Alie takes me and Albertine with her on the train. Dad and Mom travel on the bike with Corry, Anneke and John. Along the way they have a picnic at the side of the road. When they have eaten the sandwiches and want to go back on the bikes, John suddenly sees a beautiful, smooth, green path.
“What a beautiful path!” he screams and he runs towards it. He wants to walk the path, but it’s a ditch full of duckweed. He falls through it and he goes completely head under in the ditch. Dad grabs him soon at his hair and pulls him up out of the water. There John is again on the side and the water is dripping from his clothes. He cannot go cycling in these wet clothes. Mom searches the luggage to find some dry clothes: underwear, socks, a sweater and shorts.
John dresses in the dry clothes from his niece Anneke and they move on. They wait at the station for the train in which Aunt Alie, me and Albertine are traveling. Aunt Alie looks very surprised at her son John. “He has girl clothes on,” she cries. And then she hears the whole story of the beautiful path. We always remember this story when seeing a ditch full of duckweed.
1953 07 27b Albertine, Anneke, 2 friends, me. Berthe, Corry, JanKees, Dad
To celebrate the birthday of Corry we cycle to Meyendel and our niece Berthe goes along with us. We play hide and seek again. Everyone has to hide and run away. Dad is the seeker. He counts to one hundred and then calls: “One hundred ten, who has not gone away will be seen. I’m coming! If you’re found, then you’re off. Corry is quickly found. “I see you, Corry” Dad calls and then Corry has to sit at Mom.
Dad is looking further and he shouts: “Stay where your are and do not move! Hold your breath, but do not suffocate!” Everyone is well hidden and is very quiet.
“Berthe, I see you!” That’s Dad suddenly calling. But Berthe doesn’t want to be off. She calls back loudly: “That is not me!” But unfortunately for her that trick doesn’t work. She’s off and has to sit at my Mom. It became one of the family stories and Berthe was often teased about her ‘clever’ answer. My mother used another trick to get all of us on the photo: “All of you, go sit on the trunk”. We sat long enough for her to take the photo.
Other game stories might be read at Sepia Saturday.