The creek was much closer to the school than to home. It was probably just as well that it was out of sight of both places. Actually we crossed the creek twice on the way to school but for about 1/8 of a mile (200 metres) it ran right along the side road ditch. Most of the time it was a tame little flow of water and we mostly ignored it.
Mind you there were times, in the fall, when that mild creek could be a source of fun for the boys and consternation for any girls around. Teasels used to grow at one particular spot. We knew that the teasels could be a very effective way to tease the girls (I wonder if that is the source of the name? – Nayh.) Anyway, you gripped the teasel stem in your shirt and broke it off. Then when dipped in the creek, the teasel would hold a large quantity of water which could be flung quite accurately towards any girl in range.
Spring was the time the creek was in its glory and usually running almost up to its banks. During the winter the creek bed would be filled with snow ploughed from the road. Then in the spring all that snow had to go. There would be large cakes of thick heavy snow hanging up in the flow of water but attached to the road. A heaven made opportunity for little boys to help the creek do its work by pushing the big cakes of snow loose to float down the creek. If we couldn't find a branch we would have to use our feet to push the cakes of snow. I suppose it was also an opportunity for little boys to hasten their way to heaven!
Mind you there were times, in the fall, when that mild creek could be a source of fun for the boys and consternation for any girls around. Teasels used to grow at one particular spot. We knew that the teasels could be a very effective way to tease the girls (I wonder if that is the source of the name? – Nayh.) Anyway, you gripped the teasel stem in your shirt and broke it off. Then when dipped in the creek, the teasel would hold a large quantity of water which could be flung quite accurately towards any girl in range.
Spring was the time the creek was in its glory and usually running almost up to its banks. During the winter the creek bed would be filled with snow ploughed from the road. Then in the spring all that snow had to go. There would be large cakes of thick heavy snow hanging up in the flow of water but attached to the road. A heaven made opportunity for little boys to help the creek do its work by pushing the big cakes of snow loose to float down the creek. If we couldn't find a branch we would have to use our feet to push the cakes of snow. I suppose it was also an opportunity for little boys to hasten their way to heaven!
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I remember the water flowing during spring time at Camp Creek as well. It was always great fun. Not too dangerous though - I think it looked bigger than it was from the perspective of a little boy.
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