Throughout our childhood we played in our sandpit. As I reach back to those days, I wonder at our conviviality and also our creation. How did at least five of us spend hours at a time inside a small square of sand, happy and contented! I remember the towns we built and guess we each had a part of the town as our own project, and were content with that. One would build the roads and cars, one the churches and schools, one the trees and parks, one the people, and so on, the littlies being helped by us big ones. The advantage of the sand pit was that we were only halted by RAIN! Only at that stage would we be faced with having to begin again. Still, that was better than being at the beach and watching the incoming tide wipe out our creations!
Marie: And yet another story!
It seems to be a trait of the elderly to tell stories and often repeat the same stories. As our family has a major Reunion in February 2015 I will tell a family story each day and NOT repeat it for 100 days. I will use christian names from our earlier generations as pseudonyms.