Ludvigson Lace Lady: Those majestic Rockies were climbed by yours truly, long before I learned to crochet!
Hummer: My! That goes way back! You’ve been crocheting for multiple decades!
Ludvigson Lace Lady: Yes, it was quite a while ago. I was probably seven years old the first time. I can only figure that because my youngest sibling was not able to go, at probably two. He stayed home with our grandparents. He and our cat.
Hummer: You’re getting off track. A rabbit trail…
Ludvigson Lace Lady: Actually, it was a cat trail. On the railroad tracks just beyond Grandma and Grandpa’s house.
Hummer: Oh dear. Now you are really wandering!
Ludvigson Lace Lady: Well, yes, I am! And our dearly beloved cat wandered too! Far away from Grandma’s house!
And when we returned from our Colorado camping trip, our cat was gone! For good! My little brother remained. But no cat!
It was Grandpa who probably explained to us kids that it probably took off toward the railroad tracks. Grandma inserted that my little brother was swinging our little cat around and around by its tail.
“And that was good reason for it to leave,” Grandpa said.
For the many years that followed, as we drove to Grandma’s house over a bridged route, from the back seat, I examined those tracks hoping to find it. Never did.
Hummer: My goodness. That cat must have been special to you. Do you remember its name?
Ludvigson Lace Lady: No, I don’t. And the cat was easily replaced. I think I was more sad that it was afraid, and chose to leave. I probably just wanted to comfort it.
Hummer: I suppose as a seven year old empathatic child the traumatized animal was just as important to you as the two week Colorado trip that your mom and dad had been planning for months, hoping you would retain a lifetime of mountain memories!
Ludvigson Lace Lady: Probably. The mountain memories were retained too! I collected rocks while there! I enjoyed showing them to everyone! In fact, my favorite one was described by me as, “really looking best when wet. The water made the rock appear like a piece of pork roast!”
Hummer: Oh my. That must have been quite a collection, if that was your favorite. 😊
Ludvigson Lace Lady: For a portion of our Colorado stay, we camped next to this huge boulder which overlooked the campgrounds and the mountains. It was our spot. We sat atop observing all of Colorado life: the mountains, the birds, the chipmunks and the campers. We even got permission to eat our meals up on that rock.
Hummer: It must have been special to you. What else do you remember?
Ludvigson Lace Lady: Hiking! We followed our dad down many a trail. Dad would tell us to beware of bears. “If you see one, don’t climb a tree; bears can climb, you know!”
Hummer: I would be in a panic. Well, before the panic, I would feel relief.
Ludvigson Lace Lady: Yes. Relief that I would not have to climb one of those huge pines! There were no lower branches! It would be next to impossible!
Hummer: Ok, relieved. And why the panic?
Ludvigson Lace Lady: My dad alternative to tree climbing was, “make a lot of noise!”
Hummer: That sounds more doable. Why panic over that!
Ludvigson Lace Lady: I could not imagine making enough noise to scare a bear.
Hummer: Well there was quite a few of you hiking together. There was noise, I’m sure.
Ludvigson Lace Lady: Yes, but. Somehow the next trick to fool a bear was to freeze. Stand absolutely still.
Ludvigson Lace Lady: Yes! That’s what I was thinking! There’s no way I would be able to freeze. I would take off running.
Hummer: And that would have been a sure way to become the bear’s lunch!
Ludvigson Lace Lady: That must have been why my dad was so intense. In all actuality, Dad was the noisiest of us all! He would talk and sing all the way up and down the trail.
Hummer: He was hoping you would all join in, so he didn’t have to solo the bears away!
Ludvigson Lace Lady: Now I finally understand!
Hummer: Any other Rocky Mountain memories?
Ludvigson Lace Lady: Oh, there are tons! So many are just tidbits of my parent’s campsite methods. They had it down to a science.
Hummer: Like what?
Ludvigson Lace Lady: Our unique homemade tent trailer was built to sleep four adults. We fit our partial family of six in that space.
Ludvigson Lace Lady: (Remember, the two year old was left with grandparents, along with our cat. Hey! Maybe that is why he stayed home! There was absolutely no room for a seventh person in the camper!)
Hummer: Efficiency at its best!
Ludvigson Lace Lady: Mom and Dad were on one side. My older sister and I were on the other side. Where there was a movable table in the center, bunk beds were the design for my two younger brothers!
Hummer: Crunchie times!
Ludvigson Lace Lady: And Dad only allowed one box per each child for personal belongings.
Ludvigson Lace Lady: Yes. Somehow he acquired four heavy duty liquor boxes that fit underneath the bed overhangs. And that was it! ‘We would not need anything that would not fit in our boxes.’
Hummer: Your dad was thinking!
Ludvigson Lace Lady: But that’s not all! Dad made wooden kitchen cabinets for our camp kitchen!
Ludvigson Lace Lady: Yes! And wooden for a very important reason: creatures in the campground!
Ludvigson Lace Lady: And they worked! One early morning I was awakened by my dad’s growl! He was spooking a couple of black bears who were curiously rattling these wooden, food filled cabinets!
Hummer: Did they manage to get them open?
Ludvigson Lace Lady: No! They left with nothing. And Dad had an added campfire story!
Hummer: That would be a good one! Did you do a lot of campfires?
Ludvigson Lace Lady: Oh, yes. And of course, Dad was center stage. He had his songs that he would sing. Everytime. So much so that today, if a spark of a campfire would fly, the songs – without Dad’s help – would flow out of my mouth. And they would do the same with each of his children. And his grandchildren.
Hummer: What were the songs?
Click here for Ludvigson Lace Lady’s blog: ‘Life is Lovelier with Lace. . . and the Guitar’:
Ludvigson Lace Lady: Well, with his guitar, he would sing:
•It’s a long, long summer (autumn/winter/spring), and what do the birdies do then, the poor things…🎶
•My name is John Johnson, I come from Wisconsin…🎶
•Old McDonald had a farm…🎶
•John Jacob Jingle Harmard Schmitt, that’s my name too…🎶
Hummer: Ok. Thank you. That’s quite enough!
Ludvigson Lace Lady: And that’s probably what our camping neighbors thought, too! But it was fun!
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Hummer: Did you hope to pass on some of these camping traditions on to your family?
Ludvigson Lace Lady: Oh yes, we did. And those stories are just waiting to be told! Another time.
Life is Lovelier with Lace. . .
Yes. More time would be needed to tell stories of Tim’s and my experiences camping with our Ludvigson boys. Some of my dad’s unique camping equipment just can’t be duplicated! But his impressions were deeply embedded in all of us.
If you add to all my mom and dad’s unique camping techniques, Tim’s upgradings, plus, the grown Ludvigson boys’ military methods, you’ve got camping extravaganza!
But, as usually happens, time and age move on with a vengeance, leaving you with broken or rusted camping clutter in your garage, accompanied by aged, tired and stiff owners of that camping clutter – who are just glad for the memories, which never grow old.
Threading lacey Rocky Mountain highs,
Debbie, Ludvigson Lace Lady
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