Lessons come to us from many sources and in many forms. I remember this story about a springhouse frog on my grandmother’s farm as if it were yesterday.

Springhouse Frog

There was a time when I was fascinated with frogs, tadpoles, minnows and a certain springhouse frog. My brothers and I could watch them for hours.  When we would visit my grandmother’s farm, my brothers and I would spend hours in the creek and at

Springhouse Frog, findingourwaynow.comthe springhouse down the hill from the farmhouse.  We just loved catching the minnows, tadpoles and baby frogs.  My grandmother had a large aquarium where we were allowed to release our catch.  Of course, they would eventually find their way back to the creek or springhouse but that never mattered to us, if we even noticed.

There was a very large bullfrog that lived in the springhouse.  He made a very loud croaking sound that we could hear from the springhouse all the way up on the porch of the farmhouse.

This springhouse frog fascinated us.  We would do our darndest to catch a glimpse of him. All we ever heard when we approach the springhouse, was a loud splash as the frog jumped into the water to escape our seeing him, much less to capture him.  The fact that we made a ruckus as we approached the springhouse never seemed to enter our minds, as the reason he’d would jump into the water to evade us.  We wanted so badly to catch him.  He would be such prize.

That springhouse frog became our challenge.  We were determined to see him.  Day after day with no success we would creep up to the springhouse and SPLASH, he was gone.  We never even got to catch even a glimpse of that springhouse frog.  Granddad suggested that we try sneaking (very quietly) up to the springhouse.  So we tried that but no luck.  We peered into the dark, damp and cool springhouse to see if we could saw him in the water.  It was as if he would disappear, still no glimpse of our giant frog.

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Dad suggested that we just sit quietly and wait to see if the springhouse frog would come out of the water onto one of the rocks inside the springhouse.  We tried that (for a minute or two), got bored and started to squirm making the eventual noises young children make.  No frog appeared.  We lost interest in the whole thing and went about doing other fun stuff around the farm.

One evening we could hear him.  He was as loud as ever, but there was another croaking sound that we hadn’t heard before.  Game on, we were on our feet and on our way down to the springhouse.  This time dad went along.   He showed us, made us walk quietly.  Just as we were about to peer into the springhouse, we heard the splash: two in fact.  We loudly expressed our frustration, which certainly didn’t help encourage the frog to reappear.   Dad sat down just outside of the springhouse and waited, we sat with him.  My brothers feel asleep, and I was very close behind.  I don’t how long we were there, but dad gently nudged us putting his finger to his lips indicating not to make any noise. He pointed in the direction of the springhouse. The daylight was deeming. We could hear the frog.  The sound was much loader than ever before.  We had to strain our eyes, but there they were.  We were awestruck. There were two of them, and they were tiny.  How could that be?  They had such a loud voice. They were very green and shiny with yellow eyes. We could see a large air pouch below their mouths that puffed out when they made their croaking sound.

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We watched for a while.  It was getting pretty dark, and the fireflies were coming out, so we headed back to the house.  As we turned we heard a splash. We knew it was from the fogs but it still sounded as if the frogs were giant size.

We were quite as we walked back to the house, each of us in our own thoughts about the frogs.  My dad looked down, smiled and said; “If we’re patient time can reveal much to us.  Sometimes we learn that things aren’t always what they seem.”

Life’s journey continues…

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  • Wendy Merron

    Susan, what a great story. Your dad was very wise :-)

    • http://findingourwaynow.com/ Susan P. Cooper

      Thanks Wendy, It took me a while to figure that out. :-)

  • Debra Yearwood

    I love your pod casts, this one is no exception. I remember clamoring through our local forest in search of frogs, but only ever seeing tadpoles. My son has far more patience, not to mention stealth and regularly catches frogs (and toads) with apparent ease. My daughter isn’t quite as adept, though she’s also not quite as interested, but she catches them too. I should add that they are also put back where they were found. :)

    What about turtles? Did you or do you ever see them?

    • http://findingourwaynow.com/ Susan P. Cooper

      Hi Debra, How fun for your kids. What is there about frogs and kids anyway. As far as turtles… you can bet there were turtles, that is another story for another time… LOL.

  • Cheryl Therrien

    Great story! Your dad was a very wise man. Thank you for sharing your childhood stories with us. :)

    • http://findingourwaynow.com/ Susan P. Cooper

      Hi Cheryl, Aw, you are so welcome. I do miss my dad at times. Retelling these stories brings him back to life for me. :-)

  • http://virtualadmintogo.com/ Elizabeth Scott

    Hi Susan, I love getting a look into your childhood with these stories. Recently when I took the kids camping they got to hear the bull frogs croaking at night and were in awe at how loud they were. As a child I too use to catch tadpoles and let them grow to be frogs. Thank you for helping me relive that childhood memory.

    • http://findingourwaynow.com/ Susan P. Cooper

      Hi Elizabeth, Thank you mu friend. We learn a bit about each other everyday, don’t we? What fun that must have been for your kids. I’m sure they will always remember that fondly.

  • http://lorrainemariereguly.wordpress.com/ Lorraine Marie Reguly

    This reminded me of the time my nana and I were camping at her cottage, which did not have a toilet. I had gone to the outhouse, and on the way back, I caught a frog. It was my first one, and I was so excited! I cupped it between my hands, and went in the cottage to show my nana. When I went to show Nana, I moved my top hand away and the frog jumped out of my hand at her. She screamed at me! I thought it was funny, but she didn’t.
    I still smile at this memory of nearly scaring her to death. Poor Nana.

    • http://findingourwaynow.com/ Susan P. Cooper

      Hi Lorraine, That was great sort. Not all adults shared the coolness that frog were to a kid that’s for sure. My mom wasn’t overly fond of frogs and tadpoles either.

  • http://www.garrettspecialties.com/ Arleen Harry

    Susan,

    What a moral to your story. Most of us want everything to happen yesterday instead of waiting before making decisions. I love your stories because they relate to life’s lessons and this one is no exception. Although I can’t say patience is my strong suit

    • http://findingourwaynow.com/ Susan P. Cooper

      Hi Arleen, Patience isn’t an either thing to master for any of us. I do better at it at times then others. :-)

  • http://biz.leoraw.com/about/ Leora Wenger

    What a lovely story. I remember when my nieces were small, and we caught frogs with them by a creek in the mountains (they are now in their twenties). I love frog watching!

    • http://findingourwaynow.com/ Susan P. Cooper

      Thanks Leora, Aw, how kids do grow. It’s way to fast. I still love hearing and watching frogs too. :-)

  • Donna Merrill

    Hi Susan,
    Great story! Although I never had an experience with a frog, the moral is patience isn’t it? Dad was a wise man!
    -Donna

    • http://findingourwaynow.com/ Susan P. Cooper

      Thanks so much Donna. It is and the fact that we may not have the whole story if we don’t wait a bit. I loved my dad and miss him greatly.

  • http://www.m4bmarketing.com Susan Oakes

    Your dad gave great advice. Must say patience is not one of my virtues unfortunately.

    • http://findingourwaynow.com/ Susan P. Cooper

      Mine either Susan, I do better at the patience thing sometimes, then other times not so much… LOL :-)

  • Glynis Jolly

    Hi Susan

    Patients isn’t one of my better qualities. Trying to wait when I’m sure I could have it now (whatever it may be) is so difficult.

    • http://findingourwaynow.com/ Susan P. Cooper

      Isn’t that the truth Glynis, When it comes that we are the same… LOL. :-)

  • Jon Jefferson

    My wife is terrified by frogs they weird her out. Thinking of you as a kid frog hunting, reminds me of the one time one of my girls brought a frog into our bedroom to show their mom. My kid survived cause I caught her before her mom saw it. That might have been an ugly day hehehe.

    • http://findingourwaynow.com/ Susan P. Cooper

      I can just see that happening. My mom was overly fond of them either and dad would make sure she was never to close by when we carried in our prize… LOL. :-)

  • http://joannerambling.wordpress.com/ Jo-Anne

    You know what I liked I was able to listen to this while rocking Summer to sleep…….you know what else I have never thought of myself as a parient person but I wonder how others see me

    • http://findingourwaynow.com/ Susan P. Cooper

      Hi Jo-Anne, That is so cool. That is a very good thought and a good question… It does make you think for a moment, does’t it?

  • Julie

    I loved this story and podcast. It brings back so many memories of me catching frogs and going fishing.

    • http://findingourwaynow.com/ Susan P. Cooper

      Hi Julie, That’s great. It was fun to remember for me, and all the great times I had as a kid.

  • http://writespeaksell.com jeannettepaladino

    How wonderful our childhood memories are. If only we could experience that same joy in the everyday events of life as adults. But it seems we require bigger, louder, flashier to come close to that awestruck feeling that you had when you finally saw those two tiny frogs.

    • http://findingourwaynow.com/ Susan P. Cooper

      That would awesome if we could do that Jeannette. Alas we become cynical and a bit jaded with age, don’t we? :-)

  • http://www.patricia-weber.com Patricia Weber

    Great story from your memory bank Susan. I can truthfully said I had, and still have no, interest in frogs. And yet, they pop up everywhere we live! LOL.

    • http://findingourwaynow.com/ Susan P. Cooper

      Not everyone does Patricia… LOL. I think the frog thing may be telling you something, not sure what, but I’m sure it’s something… hee, hee, hee.

      • http://www.patricia-weber.com Patricia Weber

        Hmm. I know most of them think I understand their language of = ribbit, ribbit. But really, I don’t!

        • http://findingourwaynow.com/ Susan P. Cooper

          Hee, hee … That must be it. :D

  • cakewhiz

    i must be the only kid on this planet who was scared of animals- big or small…hahah. My little sister, on the other hand, would always be bringing tadpoles and caterpillars and god knows what into the house and it would freak me out….lol

    btw, that was a very sweet story :)

    -abeer @ http://www.cakewhiz.com

    • http://findingourwaynow.com/ Susan P. Cooper

      Hi There and welcome. thanks so much. i am so glad you enjoyed it.

      Re frogs etc: Nah, you had lots do company. I, like your sister, was more the exception. :D

  • Jeri Walker-Bickett

    I used to have so much fun catching frogs and salamanders. I would keep them on our front porch until the water got really icky and I was told to clean everything up. There were a few times when the little salamanders I let loose ended up in the basement of our house. They grew to be quite large down there. It was always so much fun when my dad would discover one since he was really squeamish around such things for being a big, tough guy ;)

    • http://findingourwaynow.com/ Susan P. Cooper

      How fun Jeri, sometimes the tougher they are the more squeamish they are… LOL. Salamanders can be great fun and yes they can grow quite large. I used to keep one in my first grade class. His name was Chester and he was a big hit with the kids. :-)

  • Rebecca Thompson

    What a lovely tale. You sound like you had a fabulous childhood and your parents always seemed to find a lesson to be taught. That is pretty special :)

    • http://findingourwaynow.com/ Susan P. Cooper

      Hi Rebecca, At the time it felt like we just an ordinary family. I now understand how lucky I was to have the parents I had. I was blessed. :-)

  • Homejobs Bymom

    We went to LegoLand last week and it was raining of course. The rain brought out all of these cute frogs about the size of my finger nail. I think little frogs are cute but not the big ones.

    • http://findingourwaynow.com/ Susan P. Cooper

      Hi Krystal, I have seen that it is so fun for the kids. I remember it was raining one night and the road was covered with little frogs. Our daughter was yelling at her dad to watch out for the frogs. it was really funny. :-)

  • http://keepupwiththeweb.com Sherryl Perry

    What is it about frogs? We live in a rural area and we have a fish pond that attracts lots of frogs. Often at night, I’ll sit out on the back deck with our daughter and listen to them. They’re a joy. Often, they’ll croak in response to our voices.

    A couple of years ago, we had a huge bullfrog that would actually let my husband pet it. He started slowly by feeding it slugs. Eventually, it came to to take them from his hand and finally it would let my husband stroke the back of it’s head. That would have made one awesome video!

    • http://findingourwaynow.com/ Susan P. Cooper

      I don’t know Sherryl, I thinks it is how they sound. That is the coolest story ever. Did you get pictures of it at least? It would fun to see.

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