The "crick", meant the Quittie (Quittapahilla Creek)
The "field" was a fenced pasture where a farmer let us set up a baseball diamond for sand lot games. At first we shared the ball field with the cows. A pop fly into a cow paddy was not unheard of.
The "bridges" was a place where two old bridges about 100 ft apart crossed the Quittie and Beck creeks, the boards had washed away leaving just some old beams.
The "graveyard" was an old family plot on a family farm that had been long overgrown, When we were out at night and up to no good, we would dare each other to run through the graveyard. A few years later the developer wanted to sell off lots, he ordered the graveyard bull dozed and a house and yard were built over the graves. I tried to haul one of the small tombstones home in my little brother's wagon, but the dozer operator caught me and buried it.
"Ulrich's" was a hill and the road that climbed it. , a really big hill. From the top just above where the Ulrich family lived to the bottom at the edge of town was almost three quarters of a mile. Great sledding hill for flexible flyers once cars packed down the snow.