Skip to comments.Ok everyone let's get away from all of the DEPRESSING STUFF...
Posted on 04/20/2012 12:46:56 PM PDT by US Navy Vet
...what was the most POSITIVE Nostalgic memory all of you have from your Childhood.
If you are ever in Georgia, or I am in California, we TOTALLY have to hang out! I shoot as well!
Childhood.. hmmm... I learned how to eat small green chill peppers raw with dinner (plenty of rice), and, away from the dinner table, I was introduced to dog meat (tough), snake meat (tougher), and roasted grasshopper (crunchy).
Still one of my favoite snacks.
Waking up in a canvas tent somewhere in the Wasatch Range in Utah on an Easter Morning with my Dad cooking chili from scratch on a Coleman stove. Fritos and cheese and all.
It was probably 35 degrees or so and wet, the candy eggs were ruined, but the chili was awesome! Thanks Dad and Mom.
What? You don’t like that story?
I got more. Oh, so many more favorite childhood stories.
Wanna hear about my Tranny Nannie?
How about the times we roasted Rover and and had a feast on Fido?
Spotted gum balls out of the gum machine could be redeemed at the counter of Histed’s corner store for 5 cents worth of candy...oh the agony of trying to pick out which candy I wanted. Hires root beer out of the cooler which was filled with cold water...not ice. Riding my bike all over the countryside..not worrying about bad people doing bad things.
And then there was JC! (She knows who she is.)
Coming home after Mass, reading the Sunday paper sports section and smelling the Sunday roast in the oven. Mum in her pinafore.
Sitting on a wool blanket watching July 4 fireworks with my brothers at Estabrook park in Whitefish Bay, WI.
Getting chills when a huge American flag lit up at the end.
Maybe we can compare capes sometime
Nope. We did that, too. I was told they were airplane tires. My scariest ride was the one that ended up against the concerete block wall.
During the dog days of summer laying on a pile of ears of corn cobs two stories high in the corn crib and sleeping while the wind blew into the slats of the walls while listening to the crows out in the field. No Ipods, radios, extraneous noise, just the ambient sounds of living in the country where I could see for ever, where the sun shown, the grain smelled like money, and I was blessed with a healthy body and a quiet soul and a great tan that made me feel healthy.
Excellent!!! I’d love to visit Georgia someday (so it could happen :) and you’d like my ocean side town in California and shooting close to the Reagan ranch i bet. :-D. Of course you are gonna have to set me straight on some of those football rules when it comes to touchbacks etc. So we can hang intelligently together in front of the tv—haha. Very cool.
My goodness, it would take me a month going down memory lane in trying to find my most favorite memory, and I don’t think I could ever pick just one.
Born in the 40’s and brought up in the 50’s, I was the oldest brat of 6 kids from a proud and patriotic dirt poor family, with the best mother in the world....my stepdad was a great dad too. My grandfather was my hero above all others. My younger brother was my best friend for life (rest his soul)..how I so miss him.
Other than the occasional spankings that I earned and a year in the hospital when I was 10, I cherish each and EVERY memory of my childhood.
Ok, other than my water pressure powered Red Rocket, raising a seal—his name was Nuisance, stealing the landlord’s chickens, building go-carts from stuff my brother and I found at the dump, building ‘boy only’ forts in the woods, hearing my mother sing around the house, fishing with my dad, getting my first kiss on the school steps while in the 4th grade—I still love you Linda and I hope you had a good life, being the only one in class that could recite the Pledge of Allegiance on the very first day of Kindergarden, getting away with dropping water filled balloons into the heads of a ‘nun cluster’ at my Catholic school, getting my first bicycle so I could have a paper route... my God, there just isn’t an end to it.
Even today, I look at life through the eyes of a child, so my bride says.
So in reality, my childhood isn’t over. My toys are more expensive and I had to buy them myself, but I still love to dream, play, laugh and occasionally be a brat.
Thanks for the memories.
'Course, in my earlier post on this thread I didn't include my only visit to Ebetts Field where I saw the end of Preacher Roe's career. (At least I think it was the end. He came in to relieve with the bases loaded, and immediately gave up a Grand Slam to Hank Thompson.)
Gas Prices were 1 dollar a gallon.
Communists and terrorists were the enemy.
The future seemed to have endless possibilities.
But I guess all those things offended a bunch of people....
One of may favorite memories was hanging out with my dad whe he was building things around the house. He had a homemade wooden tool box with all kinds of specialized fittings inside that held the tools just so. It was myy job to put every thing back in the proper place. When I was really little (4-5) I used to put all the curls from planing al over my head. Actually it wasn’t a very different hair do from the one I had naturally!
Being the ONLY kid to get 100% on my first paper.
No parental supervision during the summer. We’d ride bikes to town 4 miles away, collect bottles for the $.02 deposit, and go to the Purple Pig ( a reconverted bus painted purple, loudest jukebox in town) to get ice cream cones 6 feet tall for $.25. Then go back home, jump in the creek to cool off, chase frogs and crawdads.
Visiting the Astrodome was awesome.
Dreaming that my one vote would be the one to prevent the future commie president Obama from being elected.
Summers down the.Jersey shore long before there was a “Jersey Shore”.
You crack me up....
I dunno - might’ve hurt my crazed-loner cred. ;^)
If teen years count, seeing the Who, Janis Joplin, The Byrds, the Kinks, Jimi Hendrix, the Young Rascals, The Zombies, Mamas and Papas, Iron Butterfly, Paul Revere and the Raiders, Herman’s hermits, and about 200 more groups in concert. Ok so I am old. /Sticks out tongue.
It is kind of fun showing them it was the other way around.
Favorite childhood memory, the summer we spent on my uncles farm. 14 cousins, ducks, goats, horses, cows, a big ol barn, woods and a crick. Three months of pure heaven.
LOL, I have a lot of fond childhood memories that involve food.
Seeing President Reagan speak at the University of Alabama and then going to the airport to witness that the C-141 Starlifter that carried the Secret Service cars had sunk through the tarmac up to the fuselage lol. It had 6 secret service cars and the aircraft support truck along with a full load of fuel and was ready to takeoff, but pulled into the wrong area of the tarmac and sank. You cound not see it’s landing gear. They were completely underground. It took 3 days to dig the plane out and was aided by huge airbags they placed under the wings to lift it up. An army tank and D9 Caterpiller then pulled it to solid ground. I am sure there were a lot of red faces.
I remember committing my first felony. I turned 14 later that summer.
Damn, you just described my sublime setting I would like to retire to one day. I grew up in New York city, still here in New York city and I absolutely hate it and cannot wait to get the F out and move to my own farm down south which I have been saving for these past 30 years. But the kids, and especially the Despotism I live under with Mike Bloomberg as the Despot seems to always cut into that nest egg. Sort of like climbing a ladder and the top rungs always get kicked away and I slide back down. I would literally, seiously, as I tell you now, donate a kidney and a lung to live down south on a farm. Living under Despotism is hell on earth, there is no other way to describe it.
Definitely! No better combo.
A robin filled nest in a maple tree near the fork I read books in.
You know what’s funny, what got me into that whole south farm vision was when I saw Smokey and the Bandit in 1977 when Burt Reynolds drives up to Jerry Reeds house and there is this big old tree in the front yard with a tire swing and Jerrys rig is parked at the side. That blew my mind. To have that much room. Ever since then I’ve actually gone down to Georgia quite a few times and looked on in envy. I’m 50 now and can’t believe it. 3 decades have flown by like a hurricane with a rocket and I find myself getting more and more depressed I may never realize my dream. But that’s what living under Despotism does to a person.
It was Christmas Eve, and I was six years old, anticipating a visit from Santa. I had accompanied my parents(sans siblings) on a last minute grocery trip, as we awaited relatives from far flung places. My father stopped at this old German bakery, and as we mulled over the beautifully decorated cookies, it began to snow heavily. Looking out the window as it glistened against the holiday lights, I felt I would burst with excitement over it all. I was suddenly overcome with emotion I was too young to articulate, but I recall feeling enveloped by the utter love and protection of my parents, and in that moment all was right with the world.
It was one of those rare, magical moments one never forgets.
we’d do it secretly of course. you do have a reputation to uphold and I would respect that at age 9. contemplating the big stuff like lends itself to covertness anyway. So that upholds the crazed loner cred me thinks. :). I loved crazed loners. Still do. Just make sure gun is loaded just in case they are the real deal. haha.
Smoking weed on 4/20.
I’m impressed - you’ve obviously given this some thought.
No point in an unloaded gun, of course.
We were too far away to actually attend a game (Indy). Must have been something to see Sparky Anderson, Johnny Bench & the boys!
Still, I wouldn’t trade a moment with the crackly old radio and Dad in the overheated garage, while mom tore her hair out in the air-conditioned house.
Those times with Dad & the Reds made me the baseball fan I am today (alas, they also made me the beer drinker I am, too. LOL)
As for Dad, he passed away in 08 - our last time together alone as father and daughter was in the hospital, watching the Indians beat Boston (he wasn’t a Cleveland fan, but he loved seeing the BoSox lose). Glad the last game he watched made him smile (and I snuck him his last ever beer).
Somehow, it just seemed right.
Same here. Easy to gut, slice open the belly then snap the legs and the inards went flying! Made a knife sheath out of the skin. Shot mine with a Winchester 1890s pump .22 (now a big collector item).
I have a similar memory with picking out a Christmas tree.
Thank you for sharing that. As I am reading all these posts, I have to wonder what memory of my own children will be that monumental.
So you are saying you are a STRONG conservative woman. Because you went against the grain!
That must have been a sudden jolt!!!
“Touchbacks”SOOOO GETTING TOGETHER!!! LOL!
AppyPappy... why am I not surprised???
(love you AP, and I completely see you with your first felony before 14, only ‘cause you are ‘cool like that’)
finding a good roll of toilet paper in a gas station rest room
Reagan’s SDI speech. I was inspired and pleased that he had such vision. He used to come on once in awhile on TV and just do speeches. Presidents don’t do that anymore much, because none have had the presence and comforting way of talking to people.
Even as a kid I knew it was amazing.