There is a little woods called Pine Hill near where my dad grew up. As a kid he built forts there

[applegrove]

circa 1940. In the 1970s he took us kids into the woods and found one of the forts. The remnants of flat stones stacked and layed out in a partial square proved to us kids it was real. Don't know where the stones came from but my dad and his friends must have carted them from somewhere as the area is the top of the hill under pine trees. How exited we were. My sister and her daughter were in town this week. We went to Pine Hill to walk and look for the fort. Both she and I remembered just about where it was. My sister started recording and sure enough we found flat stone laying in every which way. No longer a square. Brought the recording back to my dad in the nursing home. He agrees it was likely the place. I'm glad we're so easily pleased by little things. We've told my niece that she has to remember the place and come back in 35 to 40 years and share it with her family.

What little things matter to you?

[cyclonefence]

1. Thank you

I haven't thought about all the time I spent as a kid building forts since I've been an adult. Our forts were built of tree branches and odd pieces of scrap lumber we found. What joy in collecting and piling up all that material--and then to sit crouched inside! You've made my day.

[Freddie]

2. Great story, thanks!

In most families I would guess the longstanding history or tradition involves food. My grandma (1904-1992) made the most wonderful turkey stuffing ("filling" as we PA Dutch call it). Took me years to get it right (of course it was never written down) but I finally did, and I passed the recipe to my daughter. I make it on Thanksgiving and she makes it Christmas Eve for her husband's family, and hopefully my granddaughter will continue.
I have a quilt that my great-grandmother (1879-1960) made. She would be my granddaughter's great-great-great grandmother.

[raven mad]

3. Dad letting us know there would be a missile launch that day.

I got to see most of 'em from Cape Canaveral and KSC!

[Dave Starsky]

4. My wife and I like to geocache.

One day we went out to find a cache that we eventually found in a little vacant lot near the downtown area. There was nothing in the lot except for a few rocks, some junk, and a set of two concrete steps, apparently the only thing remaining from a house that had been at that site many, many years ago. The cache was very cleverly hidden in a crack underneath the steps.

My wife had the most uncanny feeling that she recognized the neighborhood. She seemed to recall that her father had told her when she was a kid that her grandparents, who had died long ago, had their very first house in that area some 70 years before.

So we went to ask my wife's great aunt about it (her grandmother's only surviving sibling). Didn't Grandma and Grandpa have a house somewhere around that neighborhood at one time?

Oh, yes, she told us. And you know the rest.

We discovered that cache under the steps to my wife's grandparents' back porch.

[angstlessk]

5. My grandmother, who made us chose the switches with which she switched us,

had an industrial sized wooden box which she nailed between two trees in her yard , which became our fort for years...
It must have been 6' tall by 10' or 12' wide, and deep enough for us to hide in.

Unfortunately, not from her switching.

[onethatcares]

6. my dad took me to a place

he called the "Indian Chair" in Carbon county Pennsylvania many years ago. It was a piece of granite that was shaped almost like a toilet seat and looked out over a valley. I must have been about 6 years old.

I told him I remembered that and he was surprised. But, he couldn't give me directions to it, seems time had taken that part of his memory away.

He also showed me how to catch small trout in my hands by lying on the bank and being still.

[TuxedoKat]

7. FYI

This doesn't sound like your chair, but something similar in PA:

https://www.tnonline.com/2014/oct/25/curse-stone-couch-oddity-carbon-luzerne-line-shrouded-mystery

[onethatcares]

8. thank you

not the place I was thinking of but interesting to say the least.

The one I was at was near a place called Haddock, it was in the woods quite a distance from the road.

Again, I appreciate your reply.