No, its not a typo, I mean Ichabod Lane not Ichabod Crane. House number 11!
One weekend Mom and Dad told us they had bought a new home but it wasn't built yet. We were going to spend the weekend at the new building site doing some of the work ourselves. For us kid it was usually grand fun. We raked and shovelled, we moved rocks and moved lumber.
One weekend I remember in particular wasn't so much fun. The basement was poured and the forms were removed. Now the basement needed to be sealed on the outside to prevent it from leaking. When we arrived Dad built a bonfire in the back yard and hung the buckets of tar over the fire. Dad passed out the rag mops. We were each to dunk the mop into a bucket of tar and smear it on the walls of the basement. It was one of the most miserable days I could remember from my childhood years.
Tar really stinks. It burns the skin if you aren't careful and when you get it on your skin it really hurts to pull it off. By the end of the day my clothes were ruined, my freckles were brown and black and my hair was stiff. It was many days with much turpentine to get clean.
When the house was finally complete we were all excited to be able to move in. It was a great day and all the wonders of the new home we ours to explore. The hardwood floors were made of random lengths of 2x4's on edge. The fireplace was of man made stone of pastel colors, very modern at the time. I had a large bedroom with a window facing east.
The house was on Ichabod Lane in the housing development known as Sleepy Hollow. We were here for a short time. One night my Dad got up in the middle of the night. He crossed the living room in the dark and his bare foot landed in the open snarling mouth of the bear skin rug centered on the living room floor. The blood curdling scream of Ichabod Crane could be heard throughout sleepy hollow that night!!!!!!!
One weekend Mom and Dad told us they had bought a new home but it wasn't built yet. We were going to spend the weekend at the new building site doing some of the work ourselves. For us kid it was usually grand fun. We raked and shovelled, we moved rocks and moved lumber.
One weekend I remember in particular wasn't so much fun. The basement was poured and the forms were removed. Now the basement needed to be sealed on the outside to prevent it from leaking. When we arrived Dad built a bonfire in the back yard and hung the buckets of tar over the fire. Dad passed out the rag mops. We were each to dunk the mop into a bucket of tar and smear it on the walls of the basement. It was one of the most miserable days I could remember from my childhood years.
Tar really stinks. It burns the skin if you aren't careful and when you get it on your skin it really hurts to pull it off. By the end of the day my clothes were ruined, my freckles were brown and black and my hair was stiff. It was many days with much turpentine to get clean.
When the house was finally complete we were all excited to be able to move in. It was a great day and all the wonders of the new home we ours to explore. The hardwood floors were made of random lengths of 2x4's on edge. The fireplace was of man made stone of pastel colors, very modern at the time. I had a large bedroom with a window facing east.The house was on Ichabod Lane in the housing development known as Sleepy Hollow. We were here for a short time. One night my Dad got up in the middle of the night. He crossed the living room in the dark and his bare foot landed in the open snarling mouth of the bear skin rug centered on the living room floor. The blood curdling scream of Ichabod Crane could be heard throughout sleepy hollow that night!!!!!!!
