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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..... |
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