Random Memories

[cara]

I just helped a young woman load my dining room table into her car. this piece of furniture was a hand me down from my parents and the table I grew up with in their home. out of everything I have sold/given away for this move, the table was the hardest to let go of. I will always remember 18+ years of family meals, and a solid, sturdy surface for homework and crafts. birthdays and holidays. game nights, learning how to put on makeup, weekend card making parties with my mom, discussing family matters and concerns. most recently it was a great place to pile clean and folded clothes. I don't get attached to many material items, but I am going to miss that table.

[Blade]

I remember my first bike
my first bike wreck
my first dog
my first day at school
my first day I drove to school
my first real crush
my first girlfriend
my first hunting trip that I got to take a real gun
my first camping trip, a bear visited us OMG!
my first stitches
my first car wreck
my first job
LBH's first steps
AJB's first attempt at making a cake
JBB's first arrest
No everything can't be a joyous memory, but it is a memory just the same

[Deborah]

I remember being sent to Charm School at The Cinderella Shop when I was 11....my moms idea I'm still kinda charming when I wanna be

[LeftWriteFemme]

I remember thinking that I had the most beautiful mother in the world, I just got back from visiting her and I have to say, she is still the most beautiful mother in the world!

[Blade]

Originally Posted by LeftWriteFemme

I remember thinking that I had the most beautiful mother in the world, I just got back from visiting her and I have to say, she is still the most beautiful mother in the world!

I remember thinking this too...and now I look back at those old pictures with those old glasses and those old hair styles and I go ewww what was she thinking LOL.....I saw one the other day where Mama's hair was "frosted" now it is naturally frosted LOL but she is still a beautiful woman.

[Guy]

I remember going out fishing with my father when the fish were literally trying to jump IN the boat.

We caught 112 flounder that day

Cijs fish are not very bright

[Lazy Daze]

I remember the way my Dad always smelled of cigarettes and cologne. His smile and the way this gorgeous blue eyes danced when he did. The way his arms felt when he used to hug me tight. His deep raspy quiet voice. How we always had Sunday night game night, because my mom worked third shift, so she would be napping, and him and I could have wrestling matches, wiffle ball games, bike races, etc. I remember the way he laughed, I remember dancing with my feet on top of his, I remember him teaching me how to play softball and that he was at Every game I ever played....I remember the day I came out to him (I was 16, and he was the only one I told until I was almost 30). And lastly, I remember and I can still hear him say "I love you Judge" (my nickname he gave me as a kid)....I miss him so much

[Blade]

I remember arguing with my Mom and my Nannie on Sunday mornings....yup you guessed it....about having to wear a dress to church....yes I won out eventually but not for MANY years. At first I could wear pants at night but they had to be dress pants of course. Then finally when I was about 17 or 18 I could wear dress pants Sunday morning.

[Kenna]

The annual Love Feast at my Gramma's Dunkard Brethren church... the smell of homemade food and the Love Feast bread (a very special recipe handed down generations), the quiet ceremony and traditions, the respect of all the elders, family and fellowship, watching each member kneel down to wash the feet of the brother or sister church member, how that act was done so gently and tenderly, how they drank grape juice (no alcohol permitted) and broke the special bread after blessings, and how the air and comfort of the space seemed to fill with unspoken powerful feeling of belonging and calmness. ... how I miss those times with my Gramma.

[Beloved]

I was reminded of this memory because the person I shared it with posted on Facebook that she was going to a lake...

It was a beautiful summer day. I was about 22/23 and I was with my first girlfriend who was femme (didn't know anything about butches yet), and we were in Nova Scotia. We hiked through the woods to a pretty lake. We got in a paddle boat and paddled out to the middle of the lake and got super high. And laughed and talked and then paddled back...which was hard because of our state and there was some wind and a bit of a current going in the wrong direction. It's a happy memory.

**I don't partake in that mind altering activity anymore.

[Mrs Arcstriker]

I remember growing up in Poughkeepsie, NY...I was younger than the 5th grade but older than the 3rd grade spent in a horrible place called Austinburgh, Ohio...We had just gotten back from 9 months of exile in Ohio with my father moving us to OH when the Fargo Corporation in NY laid him off...

Our first summer back at our childhood home that we seized from the squatters that lived there...

My mom had planted a garden including the usual vegetables along with some not so usual veggies...

In her eggplant patch she got up early one morning and tucked some white chicken eggs under the fruits of her labor...and told me that was where eggs came from. (I believed this until we moved back to Connecticut where I was born!)

In the backyard under the apple trees (Mac's) there was a ring of mushrooms that formed a circle the size of half a kick-ball field...and she said that was a Fairy Ring...She went on to tell me that the fairies would come out to meet at night and sit atop the mushroom caps as they called their meeting to order.

To this day I thank my mother for her ripe imagination, and I laugh with her as she laughs at my gullible soul. I don't even want to begin to tell you about the day we moved back to rural CT when I was only 12, or as I call that moment, "The day I learned where milk came from..."

[Miss Scarlett]

i remember...

my first bicycle

my first pair of pantyhose

my Little Hostess Buffet

Jingle jumps

when the Duncan yo-yo people came to our school every spring

stealing Dad's handkerchiefs to make "parachutes" for Barbie

Dad getting out the ladder to get Barbie off the roof

Weekly Readers

Scholastic Book Club orders

Watching color tv for the first time...

[jac]

Pretty certain I will be sharing lots of memories in here over time.

I remember....
Going to the bathroom at my sitter's house and falling in the toilet. I sang Yummy Yummy I Got Love in My Tummy till I was rescued. I was 4.

At another sitter's I remember always eating spagettios and peanut butter sandwhiches for lunch. I'm sure there was other food but I distictly remember this being all I ever ate there. I was 4.

I remember walking home from the public pool in Tempe AZ when I was 5 and losing my shoes somehow. My older siblings took turns throwing down their towels so I could keep from walking on the pavement till I would make it to patches of grass.

[Nat]

I spent 7 weeks of the summer of 2004 in England. Most of that time was in Oxford, but we visited many places. The graves of dead writers. Shakespeare plays. Museums. Stonehenge. Famous and infamous gardens. Tasting the mineral water in Bath. Lots of pubs. My first Lesbian bar! A gorgeous and delightfully lonely trip by bus and train to Port Isaac on the coast of cornwall, where I stayed in a surf shack and read by candlelight and swam in the cold ocean between cliffs. I never got to Tintagel, but I saw it from a distance which might have been better.

Although I enjoyed it very much, nothing really touched me. Nothing really hit me until we visited the Haworth parsonage. At first being there was like every other place I'd been to - something worth appreciating, something to try to hold onto for later savoring. But then I walked into Charlotte's room. The moment I walked into her room, tears just jumped into my eyes. I didn't cry like a baby or anything, but it was a surprise. Of all the many places I'd been to and through, walking into Charlotte Bronte's little bedroom is the thing that moved me most of all.

[Amber2010]

I remember waking to the sound of the waves.. They were so loud I just couldn't believe it. I remember opening the curtians and looking outside at the sunrise and the ocean. No one was walking on the beach and it was so peaceful and beautiful. I remember grabbing some shorts and a top and running down the four flights of stairs and running to the water. I remember how cold it was on my feet but it also made me feel alive again. Ready to take on whatever was to come my way. Although I had to leave this place and would not return for at least a year I remember feeling renewed. My strength had returned and the feeling that I can handle any situation that came my way.

[Boots13]

I remember being 10-ish, my little sister was 6...we were inseperable. I was always leading her around by the hand. When I wasnt tugging her ponytail or shutting her in the closet for not doing my chores (I'm still so sorry for that one...), I was taking care of her...latch key kids.

I remember we were in the backseat of the Dodge Polaris, the same car the California Highway Patrol drove at the time. My sister and I were propped on the bench seat, no seat belts. Mom was driving down a rollercoaster country road when she yelled enthusiastically over her shoulder

"HOLD ON GIRLS .. WE'RE CLEARING OUT THE CARBORATOR !!!"

No sooner had she said that, the deafening sound of that HUGE engine kicked into overdrive, the G-forces pushed our little beanheads back into the seat, our pie-plate eyes watering from the open windows and the whirrrr of fields, cows and phone poles , fields ,cows and phone poles, phonepoles, phonepoles, phonepoles blurrrrr...

I remember I could barely reach out against the strain of the acceleration...and then only to get tossed by that floaty suspension...to finally find my little sisters hand. We bounced around the back seat like two little BB's in a metal box flying down those rollercoaster roads...