Your Favorite Childhood Memory

AtLast · 03-01-2010, 10:47 PM

I have many warm memories of my father and just being with him...

The times we wandered on trails silently with the dogs at our heels to find the right part of a creek to fish in are precious memories. We would cast and simply rest with the mountains around us. We never had to exchange many words, you and I. We just understood each other.

You taught me the love of dogs and horses and of a woman. And there was my time apprenticing under your keen experience with bicycle racing. What a gift to have had you recognize my muscular body as an asset and not belittle me for not being like other girls. You were proud when I sent an ace serve against the kids from families that didn’t want our family to be members of their precious tennis club. You said, “just walk tall.”

Write14u · 03-02-2010, 12:18 AM

I had a ton of great memories.
My grandparents were the best.
I remember my grandad had this old van that he kept stockpiled with (mostly junk) he bought. I was around 10-11 and an avid reader. He and I would get up mad early on Saturday mornings and take his van to the flea market. We'd set up his table and I'd help him sell. As a reward, he'd give me about $2-3 and let me wander around and get anything I wanted. I always came back with books.

My great-grandmother lived until I was 12. Every morning I ever spent at her house, she would get wake my sister and me and cook us breakfast -- eggs, bacon or saugsage and toast or biscuits. Mmmmm, and apple butter. I think of her anytime I make those foods. They are my comfort foods.

Diva · 03-02-2010, 01:52 AM

When I was a small child, visiting my Grandad & Granny Sweeten, I would sit on the grey bench next to my Grandad while he smoked his pipe. There is an indentation on the arm of that bench, where he would bang out the ashes (I guess they were ashes, yes?) of his pipe. I could have sworn, the last time I bent down to smell it ~ LONG after his death (1964) ~ I could still smell that sweet tobacco. I nearly cried.

I have begged my uncle repeatedly for that bench and he has always said no. I'm at the point now where I might just go and 'borrow' it. <giggle> Guess where he'd come lookin' for it first? To my back terrace, that's where!

Write14u · 03-02-2010, 12:16 PM

I was 5 and at my greatgrandmother's house (my grandfather's mom, not the one with the apple butter). My cousin Cindy was this beautiful blonde with long flowing, hippy hair (it was 1975). I loved my cousin Cindy, but for some reason, I fell in love with her boyfriend Greg. I spent the entire day ensconsed on Greg's lap and tagging along after him. When my mom said it was time to go, I told her I would ride home with my grandmother. However, I forgot to tell my grandmother. They all arrive back at my grandma's house and I'm nowhere to be found. They have to drive back to the town over to my greatgrandmother's house.
Yeah, I'm still sitting on Greg's lap when they get there. *grin*
The family still teases me about this.

Gemme · 03-02-2010, 02:48 PM

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Originally Posted by Diva

When I was a small child, visiting my Grandad & Granny Sweeten, I would sit on the grey bench next to my Grandad while he smoked his pipe. There is an indentation on the arm of that bench, where he would bang out the ashes (I guess they were ashes, yes?) of his pipe. I could have sworn, the last time I bent down to smell it ~ LONG after his death (1964) ~ I could still smell that sweet tobacco. I nearly cried.

I have begged my uncle repeatedly for that bench and he has always said no. I'm at the point now where I might just go and 'borrow' it. <giggle> Guess where he'd come lookin' for it first? To my back terrace, that's where!

I have a picture, somewhere, of me when I was about 5ish smoking my gramp's pipe in their backyard.

UofMfan · 03-02-2010, 03:02 PM

It involves a diving suit. No comments Ms. E.

Enchantress · 03-02-2010, 04:56 PM

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Originally Posted by UofMfan

It involves a diving suit. No comments Ms. E.

You know there is a reason you didn't get that diving suit. Just sayin' ...

AtLast · 03-02-2010, 03:08 PM

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Originally Posted by Gemme

I have a picture, somewhere, of me when I was about 5ish smoking my gramp's pipe in their backyard.

LOVE this, Gemme! FIND that pic and post it!!! PLEASE!!!

christie · 03-02-2010, 03:14 PM

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.

03-02-2010, 12:18 AM	#2
Write14u Member How Do You Identify?: Butch Preferred Pronoun?: I'm easy Relationship Status: She's some kind of wonderful. Join Date: Dec 2009 Location: I keep my heart and soul in the boondocks Posts: 626 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 240 Thanked 714 Times in 325 Posts Rep Power: 759422	I had a ton of great memories. My grandparents were the best. I remember my grandad had this old van that he kept stockpiled with (mostly junk) he bought. I was around 10-11 and an avid reader. He and I would get up mad early on Saturday mornings and take his van to the flea market. We'd set up his table and I'd help him sell. As a reward, he'd give me about $2-3 and let me wander around and get anything I wanted. I always came back with books. My great-grandmother lived until I was 12. Every morning I ever spent at her house, she would get wake my sister and me and cook us breakfast -- eggs, bacon or saugsage and toast or biscuits. Mmmmm, and apple butter. I think of her anytime I make those foods. They are my comfort foods. __________________ "I believe in the sweet spot, soft-core pornography, opening your presents Christmas morning rather than Christmas Eve and I believe in long, slow, deep, soft, wet kisses that last three days." -- Crash Davis, Bull Durham

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Write14u Member How Do You Identify?: Butch Preferred Pronoun?: I'm easy Relationship Status: She's some kind of wonderful. Join Date: Dec 2009 Location: I keep my heart and soul in the boondocks Posts: 626 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 240 Thanked 714 Times in 325 Posts Rep Power: 759422	I was 5 and at my greatgrandmother's house (my grandfather's mom, not the one with the apple butter). My cousin Cindy was this beautiful blonde with long flowing, hippy hair (it was 1975). I loved my cousin Cindy, but for some reason, I fell in love with her boyfriend Greg. I spent the entire day ensconsed on Greg's lap and tagging along after him. When my mom said it was time to go, I told her I would ride home with my grandmother. However, I forgot to tell my grandmother. They all arrive back at my grandma's house and I'm nowhere to be found. They have to drive back to the town over to my greatgrandmother's house. Yeah, I'm still sitting on Greg's lap when they get there. grin The family still teases me about this. __________________ "I believe in the sweet spot, soft-core pornography, opening your presents Christmas morning rather than Christmas Eve and I believe in long, slow, deep, soft, wet kisses that last three days." -- Crash Davis, Bull Durham

03-01-2010, 10:47 PM	#1
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03-02-2010, 01:52 AM	#3
Diva Timed Out How Do You Identify?: Diva Preferred Pronoun?: Diva Join Date: Nov 2009 Location: Chez Diva Posts: 11,879 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 9,263 Thanked 17,174 Times in 5,239 Posts Rep Power: 0	When I was a small child, visiting my Grandad & Granny Sweeten, I would sit on the grey bench next to my Grandad while he smoked his pipe. There is an indentation on the arm of that bench, where he would bang out the ashes (I guess they were ashes, yes?) of his pipe. I could have sworn, the last time I bent down to smell it ~ LONG after his death (1964) ~ I could still smell that sweet tobacco. I nearly cried. I have begged my uncle repeatedly for that bench and he has always said no. I'm at the point now where I might just go and 'borrow' it. <giggle> Guess where he'd come lookin' for it first? To my back terrace, that's where!

03-02-2010, 03:02 PM	#6
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christie Member How Do You Identify?: A Force with which to be reckoned Preferred Pronoun?: just be nice... Relationship Status: I call her Mine Join Date: Nov 2009 Location: Transplanted to the PNW Posts: 1,246 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 2,552 Thanked 2,476 Times in 706 Posts Rep Power: 14753262	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.