One of the key factors that affect children’s development identified by Sue Palmer in Toxic Childhood: How the Modern World is Damaging Our Children and What We Can Do About It (Orion Publishing Company; www.orionbooks.co.uk) is: “The amount of time spent outdoors, especially in natural settings.” This factor is also the driving force behind the World Forum Foundation's project, the Nature Action Collaborative for Children (for more information, go to www.WorldForumFoundation.org/nature).
My memories of a New England kidhood in Clinton, Maine, include a large share of natural settings. These memories from the late 1930s and throughout World War II include mostly unstructured (except by us children) activities in a small town in rural Maine. We had natural materials, we witnessed the differences the seasons brought to the environment, and we had the freedom with which to experience them all.
Mostly I remember the mud! When spring comes to northern New England in the U.S., everything begins to melt after the winter-long sub-freezing, often sub-zero, temperatures. The mud was glorious and learning to “cook” by forming mud patties and “baking” them in the sun was our experience of water play, clay materials, and the earth. No one told us about all the natural materials as I recall. The earth was there for us and we played in it.
There was water. We lived near a brook �" the Tannery Brook because there was a real tannery that dumped its waste into it. If anyone complained about that toxic experience, I have no memory of it. Here was where we learned about the “ripple effect” when you tossed a stone into the water and watched the stone sink and the spreading waves extend to the narrow banks. In winter, we walked across its 20-foot breadth because, of course, it was frozen solid. In the summer, we wrinkled our noses because as the water level dropped, the smells from the tannery were quite evident. We climbed the willows along its banks and dared to get our feet wet without parents ever finding out!
The brook emptied into Sebasticook River into which we cast our Memorial Day parade flowers every 30th of May. The currents carried the bouquets and blossoms downstream where they eventually entered the Kennebec River and then disintegrated into the water and the riverbank. A curious child asked where have all the flowers gone and learned about another cycle of life. In the winter, much to my high anxiety, my father drove our car out onto the river! The foot or so of ice also supported a large truck into which blocks of ice were loaded for storage in an icehouse for use later on in the year. If the truck was safe, my father counseled, then we were, too. However, I still remember the edginess of driving a car onto a river that I knew was under there somewhere!
Our side of the street had no sidewalk, but when the ice and snow melted, a river of water ran down the hill from my grandparents’ house. We learned what floated and what sank and how long a paper boat (today it’s called origami) would hold up before becoming a soggy mess. On my grandparents’ property right next door to my house (I lived in an extended family on a compound my first 10 years and was in my thirties before I learned about extended families) was a fresh water spring in which grew the magnificent water lilies that Claude Monet painted in the 19th century. The spring was very deep and fenced in; I was NEVER allowed inside the fence without another person. And I never opened the gate by myself. But with every visit to Giverney, Monet’s home north of Paris, I remember those pink, yellow, and white water lilies.
To this day, I remember the physical experience of climate and weather and how unstructured our playtime was. We had to be home by dark in the summer. We watched fireflies blinking their “tail-light neon,” and we grew up by the calendar, the holidays, and our games. Now it is our turn to give children opportunities to experience natural settings and all the activities that go with them. We need to give our children the gift of the calendar, holidays, and the games they will carry with them into their future.
Contributed by Edna Ranck
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Displaying 5 of 6 Comments [ View all ]Thane, Maharashtra, United States
though late, (as I read this late due to some reasons) I cant resist my self going into my childhood days in the seventies. Thanks a lot Edna! It was a great pleasure reading it. As Diana Smith has stated even I had a wonderful childhood (along with my 2 brothers & 1 sister) like her & exactly like Sue Palmer in a small town called Kolhapur in the state of Maharashtra in India. Some times when I visit Kolhapur now, I find out the old landmarks & places & trees & corners where we spent these wonderful days. I & my siblings some times also tell our mother to belike a young mother then & attend us & cujole us like those days. Hey! that was just great! Thanks Edna once again. Thanks Exchange Everyday, & do keep sending such freshning articles!
Child Care Resources
Neptune, NJ, United States
Really enjoyed this. Thank you.
Can anyone suggest a good speaker for a conference on nature and earlychildhood? Louv? Greenman?
Centennial Family Child Care
River Falls, WI, United States
Hurray for Edna, this is exactly the kind of childhood I remember. My family moved a lot and the one thing that was available was the outdoor environment. Some of my favorite memories are of making mudpies out of every available ingredient. At one house my little sister used to crawl through the chicken house door so we would have real eggs to bake with. She smashed a few crawling back out and a few weeks later my mother could not figure out what that horrible smell was from the coat closet. Ha!!! Cement was agreat additive except if one of the pies fell on your foot. Growing up in the fifties meant you were responsible for your own fun and games. One of my favorite games was the one we created with the walnuts we had to gather. We created a whole farm for them. My favorite night game was, "whistle, hoot or holler" where you would hide in the dark and then have to one of the noises for the 'seeker' to find you. We rolled down hills, floated my sister in the spring water flash flood, traveled all over the world in our imaginations. I have always strived to give children this type of experience at my family child care, but it was brought home even more for me when two of my child care children lost their father in April one year, so I decided that they needed the kind of summer that I remembered. It was great. One special needs school-age child that I had created six tours of my back yard, including a detailed map of the tours, a ticket booth, station and the wagon for a coach. Thank you to Edna for helping me remember these great times.
ICRI
Dos Palos, CA, United States
Outstanding and thank you!!!
Laurel, MD, United States
Here here! I worry that children just don't have these experiences anymore, or when they do it's part of an adult structured "Let's explore nature now" session. I clearly remember having "to be home at dark" in the summer - we used our entire neighborhood for elaborate games of hide n seek, squash, etc. We lived in the suburbs, but we still had plenty of time with nature, in the parks and woods along the edges.
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