I was a swingin' girl in '46. At three swings grabbed my attention. My dad and others at the time would simply cut a board the right length. I'm sure that was relative. Then they would bore a hole in each end, stick a rope through each hole, tie knots under the seat and then tie the other ends of the rope on a tree branch that grew pretty much parallel to the ground, but not necessarily. It was cheap and it worked just fine.
I almost threw out this inferior photo, but I love the expression on my face.
I'm sure there is something deep I should discuss tonight, but my mind in shallow. It has been a long, hard day and I'm ready to doze off. Should probably crawl under the covers and nestle down nice and warm...with my bed socks on before, I fall asleep.
As Jimmy Durante used to say, "GOOD NIGHT, Mrs. Calabash, wherever you are!"
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