Child’s play.

06-20-15

Well thankfully, the early morning was rain-free, and I had just completed my five-mile round trip when it started to drizzle.

This morning’s journey took me down to the River.  While that particular trek is not so much of a nature walk, it is a good five-mile trip and a chance to walk through three cities in one fell swoop:  Lincoln Park, Wyandotte and Ecorse.  The trip through Wyandotte is probably the longest leg of the trip, because once I’m down at Biddle Avenue, it is just a hop, step and a jump to the Ecorse city limits and the Water’s Edge Marina.

Just like the last time I was there, the rowing club members were congregating around their rig, and some were sipping hot beverages as I could see the steam rising from the cup.  It was a little nippy at the marina and there was even a chill in the air.  There was a man in an extra-wide paddleboat skimming silently over the still water.  I paused at the bridge over the most-scenic part of the marina, but there were no events that I had not already captured on my last visit, so I kept the camera tucked inside its case.  I stayed a short time, then headed off on my 2 ½ mile trek home.

Both coming and going, I checked to see if anyone was outside the home with the big tree house, but all was quiet.  I tilted my head up to the sky to see if I could see any more progress since my last visit, but it was status quo, probably due to all the rain we’ve had so Dad couldn’t work on it much in his spare time.

You might recall that I stopped and chatted with the homeowners a few weeks ago and they told me all that remained to finish up the tree house was putting in electricity.  I marveled at that statement, but, in retrospect, I shouldn’t have been surprised since that tree house is a work of art.  If you look at my blog post, “Woodn’t it be nice?” from August 10th last year, https://lindaschaubblog.net/2014/08/10/woodnt-it-be-nice  you’ll see just what a masterpiece the tree house has become.  Check out the front porch.

06-20-15a

This year, Dad has added a real spiffy back entrance and a sign that says “Welcome to our Tree House” … there will be no shimmying up the tree or using the largest branches as a foothold for those who wish to escape and get away from it all.  Nope, they’ll simply tell their parents “see ya later” and walk up the stairs using the railing for good measure.  And, those youngsters will not be tucked away from the rest of the world and not know what’s happenin’ on the street, because there are windows to look out of.  I must ask the homeowners if Wi-Fi and a big-screen TV will be included as well.

Several years ago I wrote a post about this Dad after he hung up a rope swing with a cherry-red wooden seat from the big tree out front.  I would have given anything to have a rope swing to while away the hours when I was a kid, but … first, we didn’t have a tree, and second, my skid marks on the grass would not have gone over well with my father who prided himself on his perfect lawn.

So, kudos to this dad for catering to his kids and making this house a home away from home, er “Tree House, Sweet Tree House”.

About lindasschaub

This is my first blog and I enjoy writing each and every post immensely. I started a walking regimen in 2011 and decided to create a blog as a means of memorializing the people, places and things I see on my daily walks. I have always enjoyed people watching, and so my blog is peppered with folks I meet, or reflections of characters I have known through the years. Often something piques my interest, or evokes a pleasant memory from my memory bank, and this becomes a “slice o’ life” blog post that day. I respect and appreciate nature and my interaction with Mother Nature’s gifts is also a common theme. Sometimes the most-ordinary items become fodder for points to ponder over and touch upon. My career has been in the legal field and I have been a legal secretary for over three decades, primarily working in downtown Detroit, and now working from my home. I graduated from Wayne State University with a degree in print journalism in 1978, although I’ve never worked in that field. I like to think this blog is the writer in me finally emerging!! Walking and writing have met and shaken hands and the creative juices are flowing once again in Walkin’, Writin’, Wit & Whimsy – hope you think so too.
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4 Responses to Child’s play.

  1. Marge Aubin says:

    Linda does he really have kids or is this his ‘dog house’. I tell everyone I see about that TREE HOUSE a very nice man and wife put love in it

    • lindasschaub says:

      Yes, there is a lot of love and effort put into this tree house … I have never seen a kid or kids around the house, but when I walk by during the week they would be in school and on the weekends, maybe sleeping in probably. They are lucky to have a father who dedicates so much time into making them happy.

  2. ann marie stevens says:

    thanks for the nice picture of that tree house…………..when we were young a long time ago we climbed trees for fun…but never had a tree house………………..we played “Jungle”………………………

    • lindasschaub says:

      When I was young (also a long time ago) there were no trees as I lived in a new subdivision and I am a fraidy cat so I probably would never have climbed a tree – I’m not the most coordinated person in the world and probably would have fallen and broken something. This tree house is really something … the second house off Ferris on Emmons heading toward the river (right-hand side). They always decorate very nice – it has a real homey feel to it and a big flag “Life is Good” out front.

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