Memories From The Past
Tarzan’s Woods, three acres of a youngster’s fantasy world. Rolling ground with gullies and mounds, covered with small trees, shrubs and vines. Surrounded by working class homes inhabited with overactive, curious young minds, just hoping for new adventures.
Tarzan’s Woods, the name evolved from visits to the local movie
theater for showings of the many Tarzan movies.
Many an hour was spent replaying scenes of Johnny Weissmuller’s
Tarzan and Maureen O’Sullivan’s Jane Porter.
It seemed though, that no one wanted to play the part of Cheeta.
Our groups usually consisted of six to eight, just recently turned eleven year old neighbors, and as luck would have it mostly equal in the number off boys and girls. This was not a significant occurrence to us at the time, but as the year would progress, we would become more aware of the balanced split in sexes.
Not too many of the trees contained grape vines we could swing
from, so we learned how to ride the young saplings, climbing to the tops
and rocking back and forth until we could catch a hold and move to an
None of the trees were configured so that we could build Tarzan’s
tree-house, so we adapted by burrowing into the clumps of honeysuckle
overgrowing the small saplings and shrubs.
Eventually the woods became a warren of burrows, each a “den”
claimed by one of our group.
It was the first really warm Monday of summer after most of the
kids had seen the latest Tarzan movie the previous Saturday.
Tarzan in his loin cloth and Jane in her modified loin cloth.
This was a time when we were not just sure what a loin was but
Tarzan and Jane must have had one or they would not be wearing a loin
Tarzan swung through the trees and raced through the jungle saving
various natives, thwarting villains and saving the day.
Now it was our time to reenact scenes we had been enthralled with
As various members of the neighborhood gang began to filter into
the woods and we moved deeper into our warren of dens, we began to remove
our shirts and sweaters. After all, Tarzan didn’t wear a shirt. Both boys and girls removed their shirts.
At this point in our ages there was not much difference in our
physical appearances. This
was when we noticed that a couple of the girls were wearing something
different. The looked like
very short undershirts. One
even had lace around the edges.
After a period of inspection by both the boys and girls, someone
ask “What are they?”. One
of the proud owners informed us they were training bras.
Now we wondered, “What are you training?”.
It would be a short time before we came to appreciate what was
being trained and why.
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