Private Spaces

I was raised in an old farm town–Berea, Ohio. The backyard was big, the trees were many and the sky was open and clear. My family had a great appreciation for that old wood-lined lot and the sounds and smells of the place. You could see a full sunset over the horizon that seemed to lean and then cling on the back fence before slipping into darkness. The dewy dampness in the spring air, the fire pit crackling in the …


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2 comments on “Private Spaces

  1. Dan Downey on said:

    Dear Ron,

    Thanks for the nice story. Our family lives in the Beautiful Town of Grand Haven, Michigan. We are very blessed with a beautiful back yard of tall standing red pines and we love our back yard fire pit. We have lots of wonderful family memories of times spent with our four boys sitting around the fire just watching the red hot coals glow in the dark night. There is something very special about a camp fire that helps to get young men talking to their parents when otherwise we would never know what is going on inside their heads. I work in the field of recreation equipment sales with a long history of designing children’s play grounds for the commercial markets. This is how I came across your article. Thank you very much. Dan Downey

  2. Monica Perry on said:

    Your story brought tears to my eyes as i also enjoyed my family home and backyard. In the late summer I long to sit outside in the old swing and listen to the family stories and retell old ghost stories!! Thank you for taking me back to a very happy time.

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