As a youngster, you always tried to have the closest thing to the real thing. In Rockford, that meant having a football field in the backyard, with field lines!!! Well, you couldn't do that at the Circle since we didn't own it, but the backyard was an artist's clean canvas.
Football season always brought out the creativity: homemade additions to uniforms, hand painted helmets to reflect favored teams, etc.....
Well, to take this to the next level, you had to have line markers on a field. Thinking this through, as a seven year old, of course, you would first look at the field dimensions. Backyard- good enough, despite they trees. Sidelines, good enough, despite the garden, slope to Connies and the rock garden on the other side to Klingstedt's. OK, next, what do you line the field? Bear in mind, there are five eager player fully suited up and ready to play! A trip into the house.....white paint.. good, but wouldn't dry and not enough.... flour... right color, but again, not enough... VOILA!!!!! LAUNDRY DETERGENT! We took both of the boxes mom had and began marking the yard. It looked great! An our jerseys were never cleaner.
However, for a few weeks, remnants of the markings were still in as brown lines in a normally green lawn.. Sorry, Dad.............................
wow...does this bring back memories
ReplyDeleteFantastic writing skills!!! Are you a professional?
ReplyDeleteThank you for the kind words. I am flattered, however, I am just an amateur and modest wordsmith.
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