Memories

He flies thro' the air with greatest of ease
the daring young man on the flying traipse.
My brothers and sisters remember my father in his middle age but I have memories of him as a young man before he went to war.
The house at Carrollton was a 2 story structure and there was ivy growing up one side clear to the roof. One day my father who would have been in his twenties told mama he was going to cut the ivy down because it would make the wood rot.
mama and I watched as daddy cut the ivy at the base of the plant and then he began to pull the growth from the house.
the main branch was attached to the house with so many clinging vines that daddy began to swing on the vine with all his weight.
as mother and I watched daddy swing thro the air both feet off the ground and when he would swing back to the house he would kick off and go even higher. As we watched daddy came back against the house for the third time and his feet kicked out a window pane. That stopped the fun and the vine was left to fall away by it own. Daddy was busy he had to go buy a new glass to replace the side window. As I look back I am sure that daddy was enjoying swinging on that vine as any young person would.