tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692562550671091098.post5459658636710721169..comments2013-06-04T08:34:15.916-07:00Comments on The Greenwood Family: The Back YardThe Greenwood Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11747998179954065751noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692562550671091098.post-46823573133360814492013-06-04T08:34:15.916-07:002013-06-04T08:34:15.916-07:00Thrilled to hear that old jungle gym may still hav...Thrilled to hear that old jungle gym may still have some life in it! Can't wait to see Erica on it at your house (I might have a hard time getting the other two to 'play'). Mrs Holloway was the sweetest person ever, wasn't she? Mr H. wasn't bad either, just loved his garden more than the neighbor's brats. <br /><br />NOW I remember taking you for rides on the scooter! How dangerous, I guess Mum was inside studiously NOT watching! Whatever happened to the the iron toys? Maybe they are buried under the garden there and someone will dig them up one day. If you ever do fling an old tractor tyre in the back yard for the kids, make sure you pop into that toy museum in Inglewood and pick up a few iron toys to throw in there. They seem to last forever. Rachelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17321189743948194204noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692562550671091098.post-18400981705913073232013-05-24T00:01:13.923-07:002013-05-24T00:01:13.923-07:00I think it is worthy of note that the playground e...I think it is worthy of note that the playground equipment mentioned in this post lives on, it has all had a second life (with a few modifications) at Jo's house and with any luck may soon make the move to New Plymouth to start its third life in our backyard.<br />The corrugated iron fence was long gone by the time I came around, hence I have no memory of ever stealing carrots from the Holloways garden, in fact I don't recall Mr Holloway at all, only Mrs Holloway who was the sweetest little old lady you could ever meet. She would pretend to be happy and surprised when we (us and the McLincheys) showed up on her doorstep with flowers (picked from HER garden) and graciously give us lollies in return! I think the fence needs a separate post too and I will try to do that sometime soon.<br />The scooter! what incredible fun that was, I remember very well standing in front of the rider being driven round and round the house at what seemed like death defying speeds. As I remember the only way to get up to 30km was to back right up to the back of the back yard by the Feijoa trees and go past the tramp and jungle jim, past mum and dads room, the pool room, then through the car port and down the dirveway on to the footpath.<br />The sandpit: By the time I got to it alas it was more of a gravel pit than a sand pit but it was still fun, I remember playing with the Fun-Ho cast iron toys that must have been around since the early 20th century and lived permanently outside in the pit. I have actually considered making my girls a sand pit in exactly the same way, a bit of nostalgia on my part I guess??<br />Thanks for the awesome work on this blog Rach, it is great to sit down and relive your youth for a few minutes. To see it from your perspective gives it a whole new angle for me, so keep it up!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08513912387209614314noreply@blogger.com