Here is a great line to start a conversation and collect a story from someone. “My father built me….” What did your father build for you? Feel free to share in the comments. It might have been a tree house a dollhouse, a toy, a piece of furniture.
I was prompted by this photo to remember something my Dad, Herman Marshall built. Using and old pulley very similar to this he built my brother and I a zip line across the yard. We lived on a fairly steep hill. On an embankment he secured a long rope to a strong tree and put a platform beneath it. Down the hill across the driveway he tied the other end of the rope to a big tree. We could zoom down from one to the other which was very effective at scaring people who just drove in, especially as a ghost on Halloween ( although we seldom got more than 3-4 kids).
I am sure the pulley was a treasure he found in an antique shop, old barn or tag sale. I remember he had a box full and what a fun use for one. We spent a lot of time on that simple apparatus. I hadn’t thought of this in a long time and could develop these memories into a fun new story about childhood play. If nothing more I have the basis of a fun short family story to pass along about my father. He could make hours of fun out of something as simple as an old pulley!
So tell me, what did your Dad make for you?