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.