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It involves a diving suit. No comments Ms. E.
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My father was a business owner when I was young. On Saturdays, he would take me to work with him. Mr. Coffee coffeemakers had just come out and Daddy had one at the office. While he did paperwork, I would add things on this ginormous adding machine (the ones with the push buttons and the handle you pulled) and drink Lipton Chicken Noodle CupOSoup that he made with the hot water from the Mr. Coffee.
It isn't one of those automatic "awwwww" moments, but to me, it was the most special time. I often pick up CupOSoup and when the warm broth is in my mouth, I close my eyes and remember that Daddy was "all mine" for those precious few hours on Saturdays. |
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My parents were big movie fans.So it would probably be the whole family going to a drive-in and watching the movie while we kids sat up on the roof of the car with our blankets,pillows,and snacks.Watched all of Bruce Lee's films that way.
We'd also have campouts in our backyard during the summer.Me and my brothers would look up at the night stars,talking,laughing,feeling safe. The big fresno fair was the best.That and going to chinatown on friday nights to play a game of pool.They allowed children in at this one particular bar that was a real favorite of my parents.Saw my first bloody man to man fight there.Mother broke it up.:popcorn: Kissed my first girl at 5.I'll never forget her. If you ask me the 1970's was a really great time to be a kid. Then the 80's came and we all had to grow up :bigcry: |
Running back and forth between my grandma (MaMa)'s house and my great-grandmother (granno)'s house. They lived about 20 yards apart. We kids had to coordinate so they only watched soap operas at one house and we could watch our cartoons and shows (Superman, Brady Bunch, etc) at the other one.
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I have a few faves...
• Collecting many different seashells, sea Glass & Coral "skeletons" at the Beach to make our own jewel boxes and wind chimes..the day was beautiful, the sand was white... • My mothers Family rented a Cabin from my Aunts Boss, we had a BBQ every night that weekend, I spent most of my time getting "cooked" in the Jacuzzi... There was no TV, no radio..Just pleasant conversation and outdoor Games, at Night we'd play board games, card games, or Read..the younger ones has crayons and coloring books, those of us Talking would settle on our Cots and banter... It would be the last Family Gathering for 3 relatives present.. My grandmother{Natural Death, Age}... My 2 year old cousin {cancer} My oldest Aunt {cancer} • My parents Divorce..Once it was Official, mum took us to the Beach, we ate a lot of food from the Kioskos, while enjoying Coconut Water {and pulp} She smiled and said "we're safe now...i will die before letting anything happen to my babies" :rrose: |
The drive-in was really fun. I wore pajamas and we always took pillows and blankets and ice water and our own popcorn. We went to the drive in a lot. We had a big '59 Buick convertible with fins. My mom had a hard time parking it all the time. One night at the drive-in she parked it like 2 inches from the speaker and left it parked that way. At intermission, when we all went to the concession stand and bathroom, she accidently locked the doors except for the driver's door. The manager had to dig out the whole speaker and pole which was cemented in so we could get in the car. My mom held the flash light for him while he dug out the pole during the entire second feature...
I miss my mom. My pajamas had feet in them and snaps around the waist. They were pastel green. |
We had a place on the lake a small camper back then, it was beside my great aunt and uncles place, they had a house. On Fridays my Aint Beatrice (that is pronounced B at trice, in the south) would pick me up from school and take me on to the lake and my parents would come later that evening.
I LOVED Aint Beatrice and Uncle JC. She taught me to play cards and would play cards for hours with me. From rummy to old maid and go fish any card game. Mind you they were in their 50's then and hadn't had little kids around for ages. But they both had the patience of Job with me. Uncle JC would take me to the bank to fish with a cane pole and he taught me to skip rocks, to bait my own hook and to take the fish off. Perhaps this is all where my camping and fishing craziness came from. He and I would go out in the boat and check his trot lines each morning and evening, and in the heat of the day we'd check the tires over on "Red Bank". Aint Beatrice, cooked the best food I don't ever remember not eating something she fixed except once. LOL She fixed us eggs one morning and I was small maybe 7, and the pan had gotten to hot after she fried up the side meat, but when she put my eggs on my plate they had that fringie brown stuff on em I always called it "lace" I said Aint Bea I don't like lace. She said honey I wouldn't make you wear lace for nothin in the world. I said I don't like it on my eggs neither. Well needless to say, that was the story of the day. They laughed about that for years to come. I think everybody at the Marina and on that cove knew about my lacey eggs that morning. As she lay dying, I went to see her when I was 17. I sat on the bed beside her and she said, "Bub" ya want me to go fix ya some fatback and lacey eggs? Made for a great last memory, me and her son laughed and then left the room and cried together knowing that was probably our last laugh with her. But it is sweet to remember today, thanks for the thread. |
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Just found a 1954 pic (not a Polaroid!) of my maternal Grand Dad and me setting up a model train. Ah ... the old Lionel! Trying to get my scanner to work.... Now, I am off rummaging thru boxes to find my Santa Fe!!! |
I love this thread....
I remember when we were staying at my grandparents' house for several months while our house was being built. I was about 9. My parents would go out on a "date night" and I would sit with my brother and grandmother in her room. My grandfather would be watching something else in the TV room, so we had to sit on folding chairs and watch the TV in their room. We'd watch "All in the Family" and eat pomegranates. I don't know why. But, I loved eating the individual kernals of the fruit. When it was time for bed, my grandmother would sit on the edge of the bed and tell us stories about Mickey and Minnie Mouse at the fair. She said she made them up from her "tummy." |
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I totally love this thread, too.
I remember my first black eye. I grooved a fastball to my cousin Jeremy, and he sent it right back at me. I didn't cry, just went to put ice on it. I was 12 at the time. Had a wonderful shiner that included stitch marks running up from my eyebrow. Fortunately, I ducked just a hair and it caught me on my eyebrow, not the socket square on. |
It was September, 1983. I was 13 and my uncle, a former University of Alabama football player, wanted to see the new head coach, Ray Perkins, in his first game following the death of coaching legend Paul "Bear" Bryant. My uncle, my grandpa and I went (and probably my aunt). I remember eating a slab of ribs on white bread, sauce dripping down my chin, and then going to the game (vs. Georgia Tech). It was football and I was hanging with my grandpa and uncle. Good times. And a total precursor for my career path.
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When I was in elementary school, we lived on Glenhaven....a most perfect cul de sac street. In front of our pink brick home sat THE most perfect mulberry tree....and the branches grew in such a way to make it a flawless tree to climb!!! In fact, there was a look~out tower.....there were 2 branches on 'the first level' that ran parallel and made THE perfect place to sit and dangle one's legs. Just above that and over a bit was another branch ~ parallel to the 'bench branches' ~ so if I WANTED to, I could swing off of it to get back to the ground.
It was the most perfect tree and I spent a lot of time in that tree. When I moved back to Austin in 2007, I went back to visit that house.....the tree was gone. I cried. |
Not my favorite, but lovely just the same
When I lived in Brookhaven, we lived on a quiet residential street and had a giant sewer type drain that ran perpendicular to the street under it. It actually ran quite a ways. I would go traipsing and exploring in it for hours on end. It was like living outside of myself and my world since I could hear the world go by, but it was muffled, like an out of body disassociation thing. I liked being hidden in plain sight.
My backyard at that same house backed up to a small wooded area. I played in there all the time. I couldn't sit still while in school or with my 'rents, but I could sit in one position for several hours while watching the animals there. It was so quiet and peaceful. |
I have so many favorite memories from My childhood, but I think My most favorite were with My Papa (My mom's dad). He was a truck driver, and I remember fondly taking many small trips with him to pick up loads or just to ride around. My mom even has a picture of Me in the living room of the house I grew up in as a small child wearing his big tan work boots (LOVE that pic) :D
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I would faint if my son did ANYTHING I did as a kid.... oh my..... |
I'm thinking of the time that my father got ready for us to go on a family roadtrip vacation. He packed the car "just so," with most of the luggage piled from floor to ceiling in a column in the middle of the back seat. This was a wall he built to maintain space between me and my little brother. We picked and fought constantly, so my dad came up with a plan to have a peaceful car ride. There we sat in the back seat, unbuckled, with a mountain of stuff between us, unable to see or touch each other. It was probably the most boring ride of our lives! These days...there is so much wrong with that picture! :huhlaugh:
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Wow, I have quite a few of them.
Most of them consisted of being with my mother. My mom enjoyed taking day trips - and of course, I was right by her side. She would often visit the Statue of Liberty (we lived in Jersey City and it was a hop-skip-jump to NYC)... and we would picnic on the island and take boat rides along the Hudson (hence my love of boats). Looking back, I am wondering if her excursions were to get away from my father for a while, lol... I always had a blast with my mom. Just about every weekend there was a trip going somewhere.... |
More of fondest moments as a child was growing up with my nephew Kevin. He was such a character. Together, we were like Bonnie and Clyde, Frick and Frack, Trouble and More Trouble. The antics we would get involved in were hysterical - and we would constantly get into trouble when we were together. He was my best buddy growing up - the kid brother I never had. As we got older, I remember coming out to him, and he was just so cool about it. He was one hell of a kid.
Kevin passed away shortly after his 18th birthday. It was a hard blow. But I am forever thankful and grateful for the moments we did spend together. Next to my mother, he was the reason I smiled a lot as a kid. |
playin' in the red georgia mud
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My favorite childhood memory
Was when i was a kid and living on a farm. My dad would come in and sit in his recliner and i would pull out my tractor with my plow and pretend to plant grass for hair on my dad head. To this day that is my fondest memory of my dad. I love him so.
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Some of my fondest memories revolved around playing ball. My socks had a permanent red tinge around the ankles. Two stories: 1) I also had a permanent tan that ended at my ankles. I would go to chuch (excruciating time spent in a dress because of the church beliefs) and there was this one lady who always teased me about my tan line. Loved that lady dearly. That was our running joke. 2) I remember being 8 or 9 and our church was building a parsonage next door. My sister and I slipped outside to check it out and umm, stepped about knee-deep into red Alabama mud. We spent the entire church service trying to get red mud off black patent leather Mary Janes (I think that's what they are called) and out of those white lacy turndown socks. Yeah, we got our asses blistered when we got home. |
Another one of mine having to do with my Mom was going swimming with her during the summer. Always makes me remember the smell of Noxema... back then, there just wasn't all the suntan stuff, plus, she was most likely saving money.
I liked swimming next to her. Felt safe in a huge public pool. I was a very anxious kid and water felt soothing to me. But it was probably her being there with me. Sometimes we could have something from the snack bar, but usually, she packed up lunch from home. Tuna sandwiches and apples with juice is what I remember the most. Probably smell induced memory like the Noxema!! |
I remember smells, too. They take me right back to places and experiences. The smell of chicken soup made with parsley and dill always takes me back to my grandmother's kitchen. No matter what holiday or occasion, she made a huge pot of chicken soup with boiled chicken, whole vegetables, and gobs of cooked parsley which, for some reason, I loved. We were all given big bowls, but my grandfather was served the biggest of all. She always served soup to him in a large, divided vegetable dish which probably held enough for four. The only place I get this particular smell is in my own home when I make chicken soup the way my grandmother made it.
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Genuine Lassy Pup at the movies.
Sat matinee of Lassie. They were giving away a Lassie Puppy to some lucky winner.
:dogwalking: I won Skipper, a mutt who was black and white with a curled up tail, pricked up ears. more sheppard than Collie. My genuine non-Lassie doggie was my best friend for 15 years. |
Staying at my grandmother's was the best. She was a large Russian-German woman, who could cook anything. My childhood pal was my Uncle Johnny, my mother's youngest brother, who was a year older than me. I did everything he did, wore everything he wore, played with toys he played with and had blast getting into everything with him. When mama would smack me up the side of the head for something, which was always, my grandmother would say, "Give it to John, too, he needs it," just so I wouldn't feel bad. Then mom would bop him up the side of the head and I would laugh and laugh and laugh.
Anyway, one day, John and me decided we wanted a swimming pond in the back yard. So, we went in the garage and grabbed two spades and went out back and started to dig a little ways from the house, and down a slope where you couldn't see too well. We started about 9 in the morning. Every now and then, my grandmother would shout from the kitchen, "what are you kids doing out there? It's too quiet!" We told her nothing and kept on digging. Well, around 6, before supper, we had dug a hole about 6 feet deep and about 5 feet round. So John went and got the hose and we got about 3 feet filled up and then we jumped in. About that time, my grandma called us in for dinner, and we couldn't get out because it was a mudslide in there. So after calling us about 4 times, here comes my grandmother. "Oh my God, you kids!" She grabbed John by the arms and pulled him out and whipped the hell out of him. Then she grabbed me up and whipped the hell out of me...well, when mom came over, I got double from her ...and John laughed and laughed and laughed. |
I remember lilacs...bundles and bundles of them on a gigantic bush in the front of our house. It was a good 15 feet tall and about 10 feet wide and it blossomed profusely every spring. I would go and gather my mother gazillions of them and she would put them in a canning jar and put them on the table. I would sit under the lilac bush and play with my cats and dogs. To this day, when mom is around (she has been gone since 1996) it is her scent that allows me to know she is peaking in.
I also remember gathering dandelions and hawkweed...I just thought hawkweed was the most beautiful flower! And collecting clover buds and making chains of them for head bands and necklaces... I was such a child of nature..I spent most of my time out of doors, up inside trees or under their branches. My feet were covered in mud and dirt. There is NO better pleasure as a child, on this earth, than to squeeze mud thru your toes! Firefly jars...caccoons...blue butterflies...lady bug lady bug fly away home..first star out tonight... oh...I am pining for the days I had when i had so many days.... |
For many years, my brother used to take us to a lake every Sunday in the summer months. Me and my two oldest nephews (who were relatively close in age) - would wander around the grounds looking for some sort of trouble to get into. It was a big lake - they held concerts at night, had concession stands - it was more like a very toned down theme park.
I was a massive tomboy as a child - and would always find a way to get myself dirty. During one trip - I was wearing a pair of brand new red shorts my mother bought for me - and I wasn't supposed to be wearing them until later that evening (aka clothes change). Well, despite my mother's warnings, I wore them, and I was determined not to get dirty this time around. I was looking sharp and I was planning on staying that way. I promised her. Well.. as fate would have it - we (my nephews and I) - were walking on rocks along a stream ... minding our own business, not looking for trouble (for a change) and low and behold I take a slide on some mud and land ass first on a huge muddy rock. I was so pissed. My day was shot and so were my shorts. I made my nephews walk behind me shielding my ass because I was embarrassed that I had an inch thick of mud back there. EVERYONE will know I took an ass dive. Oh, the tragedy. I can still hear my mother "you can't keep anything clean can you...? I told you not to wear those shorts ... " *sigh* I was never sure she believed I didn't do it on purpose. I still laugh at the picture in my head of me slipping on that rock. It was slow-motion, both feet in the air, BOOM I'm on my ass and mud everywhere. It wasn't funny then, but it's worth a good chuckle for me now. |
When I was about four or five, I remember going to synagogue with my grandfather one morning, probably a Saturday morning. We walked all the way, and then I sat with him on the men's side of the orthodox sanctuary. We stood up and sat down as the service went on, according to the prayers and traditions. The whole service was in Hebrew, and the prayers, chanted mostly aloud, but quietly, to themselves, sounded like sing-song mumbling. After a bit, I decided that there was nothing to it, so I started chanting along, quietly mumbling gibberish to myself, like everyone else. You should have seen how proud my grandfather was! :bow:
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My biological mom always knew where my brother and I were... So as I got older I would sneak into the shed connected to the house to see pictures of us when we were little and to look at her picture...
And then I would lay in bed at night and dream of my mother... And want to be with her.... |
oh honey...this just made my heart resonate....if I could I would swallow you up in my arms and hold you as the child you once were and let you dream your dreams....
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you mistook my intention...I am not one to fuss with whiners or those who seek pity. I see the sweetness in your memory and just wanted to hold the child who loved so well, that which was his, but had to love from afar...
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Every Sunday my Dad would pick me up from Sunday school and we would take a drive in the country. I absolutely loved it. I remember asking my dad everything to... Who lives there to what is growing in that field. I find myself taking drives now and in some way I think my dad is now in my seat (the passenger side) and telling me stories. He is there in spirit!
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Johnny and his wife live in Denver where he owns a machine shop which customizes in custom parts for machinery and aeronautics, including parts for NASA. http://i489.photobucket.com/albums/r...icture14-4.png |
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