Your Favorite Childhood Memory

LoyalWolfsBlade · 12-21-2012, 04:25 AM

Hmm favorite childhood memory I think the one that always pops into my mind is each and every family reunion I went to when my granny was alive. I can still on my saddest day think of something about her that will make me smile and even shake my head in disbelief but still smile or even laugh. From watching her crochet to enjoying the smell of real corn bread and beans cooking on a Sunday. To even watching this old lady that had 12 children pick up her spit can next to her recliner and spit her chew into it. Gross to think about but that was my granny and she did not care what anyone thought of her as long as her family was taken care of. I am sitting here right now shaking my head at all the memories and honestly missing the one member of my bio-family I am not embarrassed to admit to loving and missing during the holiday season. Nor too embarrassed to admit that was one little woman I feared and inspire to make proud even today.

peachy · 12-21-2012, 05:00 AM

my best friend and all the things we did together, sledging, riding on our bogie, mini morobikes at the fair, jumping over the hedge, passing notes along string between our bedroom windows, lying with our feet out of the car window, eating sherbert that crackles and pops, taking turns kissing our shared boyfriend, sitting on the toilet together, fighting, crabbing, swimming - don't know what I would have done without her. From age 2 to 12 she was the love of my life.

Metro · 12-21-2012, 06:45 AM

When I was a child our family would add a little levity to Christmas morning by getting a joke gift for each person, or wrapping some tiny thing in a gigantic box and then sit back to watch the puzzled response when it was opened (especially entertaining following pleads to open a giant package -- we fell for this year after year). It was fun.

In the spirit of that tradition here is a comedy bit about various holidays. Enjoy.

*Anya* · 12-21-2012, 07:45 AM

My favorite childhood memories revolve around my maternal grandmother, Nannie.

I would get to go to my Nannie's apartment every weekend when we lived in NJ and got to spend Saturday nights with her. My brothers never did. I guess they stayed home with my parents. I honestly never thought about them and my spending weekends with Nannie until just now.

She would always let me stay up and watch Perry Mason on Saturday nights. Since at home I watched almost zero TV and had to go to bed at 7:30 every night, staying at her house was such a treat!

She was the best cook ever! She made awesome duck with the crispiest skin! I have tried in my life to replicate it but have never been able to make it like she did!

We would always take the bus to go to the mall to go shopping. She could never afford to buy anything but we always had fun. Everything I did with Nannie was fun! It was like an out-of-prison pass for me each weekend.

She always had parakeets and when one died, she would get another. Each one was named Peetie. As a kid, I just thought all birds lived forever. She would walk around the apartment with the bird on her shoulder. It always seemed the most natural thing in the world for her to do that.

Even though she was Jewish, she always had a tiny Christmas tree on a tabletop for us kids. She somehow, always, knew to get each of us that one present that we really, really, wanted.

She would talk to me for hours (except about the loss of her family from Austria in the Holocaust- she never spoke of it.) and she gave me frequent hugs. I knew without a shadow of a doubt that she loved me.

She probably saved my soul.

She died at age 99 and I still miss her so.

12-21-2012, 04:25 AM	#1
LoyalWolfsBlade Senior Member How Do You Identify?: Pre-Op FtM, Preferred Pronoun?: Masculine ones plz Relationship Status: Single but haven't given up on finding the One Join Date: Apr 2012 Location: I gaze upon the same moon as you do Posts: 3,827 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 13,214 Thanked 9,646 Times in 3,123 Posts Rep Power: 21474853	Hmm favorite childhood memory I think the one that always pops into my mind is each and every family reunion I went to when my granny was alive. I can still on my saddest day think of something about her that will make me smile and even shake my head in disbelief but still smile or even laugh. From watching her crochet to enjoying the smell of real corn bread and beans cooking on a Sunday. To even watching this old lady that had 12 children pick up her spit can next to her recliner and spit her chew into it. Gross to think about but that was my granny and she did not care what anyone thought of her as long as her family was taken care of. I am sitting here right now shaking my head at all the memories and honestly missing the one member of my bio-family I am not embarrassed to admit to loving and missing during the holiday season. Nor too embarrassed to admit that was one little woman I feared and inspire to make proud even today. __________________ Life should never be stagnant hence my quest for new knowledge will continue until my last breath. Wolf

12-21-2012, 05:00 AM	#2
peachy Member How Do You Identify?: Me Join Date: Oct 2012 Location: Here Posts: 109 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 492 Thanked 395 Times in 90 Posts Rep Power: 5513869	my best friend and all the things we did together, sledging, riding on our bogie, mini morobikes at the fair, jumping over the hedge, passing notes along string between our bedroom windows, lying with our feet out of the car window, eating sherbert that crackles and pops, taking turns kissing our shared boyfriend, sitting on the toilet together, fighting, crabbing, swimming - don't know what I would have done without her. From age 2 to 12 she was the love of my life. __________________ life's a peach Caution: contains hard stone

12-21-2012, 06:45 AM	#3
Metro Senior Member How Do You Identify?: • Join Date: Jan 2012 Location: • Posts: 1,606 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 2,476 Thanked 2,911 Times in 730 Posts Rep Power: 21474851	Jim Gaffigan - Holiday Traditions - Beyond the Pale When I was a child our family would add a little levity to Christmas morning by getting a joke gift for each person, or wrapping some tiny thing in a gigantic box and then sit back to watch the puzzled response when it was opened (especially entertaining following pleads to open a giant package -- we fell for this year after year). It was fun. In the spirit of that tradition here is a comedy bit about various holidays. Enjoy.

12-21-2012, 07:45 AM	#4
Anya Infamous Member How Do You Identify?: Lesbian non-stone femme Preferred Pronoun?: She, her Relationship Status: Committed to being good to myself Join Date: Jun 2011 Location: West Coast Posts: 8,258 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 39,306 Thanked 40,449 Times in 7,285 Posts Rep Power: 21474858	My favorite childhood memories revolve around my maternal grandmother, Nannie. I would get to go to my Nannie's apartment every weekend when we lived in NJ and got to spend Saturday nights with her. My brothers never did. I guess they stayed home with my parents. I honestly never thought about them and my spending weekends with Nannie until just now. She would always let me stay up and watch Perry Mason on Saturday nights. Since at home I watched almost zero TV and had to go to bed at 7:30 every night, staying at her house was such a treat! She was the best cook ever! She made awesome duck with the crispiest skin! I have tried in my life to replicate it but have never been able to make it like she did! We would always take the bus to go to the mall to go shopping. She could never afford to buy anything but we always had fun. Everything I did with Nannie was fun! It was like an out-of-prison pass for me each weekend. She always had parakeets and when one died, she would get another. Each one was named Peetie. As a kid, I just thought all birds lived forever. She would walk around the apartment with the bird on her shoulder. It always seemed the most natural thing in the world for her to do that. Even though she was Jewish, she always had a tiny Christmas tree on a tabletop for us kids. She somehow, always, knew to get each of us that one present that we really, really, wanted. She would talk to me for hours (except about the loss of her family from Austria in the Holocaust- she never spoke of it.) and she gave me frequent hugs. I knew without a shadow of a doubt that she loved me. She probably saved my soul. She died at age 99 and I still miss her so. __________________ ~Anya~ Democracy Dies in Darkness ~Washington Post "...I'm deeply concerned by recently adopted policies which punish children for their parents’ actions ... The thought that any State would seek to deter parents by inflicting such abuse on children is unconscionable." UN Human Rights commissioner Last edited by Anya; 12-21-2012 at 07:48 AM. Reason: An extra word.

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