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I remember the celebrations my family had at my aunt and uncle's house on Christmas Eve. We had a big meal, the children presented a little Christmas program, and then we opened gifts. My Uncle Lyne always gave us cool presents such as a Parcheesi game and Winnie the Pooh books.
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Well... I have to say, in all honesty, I can't think of many favorite memories. It's not even that I had all that bad a childhood. It's just that almost every memory (the few I have left... as I get older-&-older they're becoming fewer-&-fewer) that should perhaps be a good memory is tied to some other memory that's not.
I guess one memory I have of which I am fond is traipsing through the woods & fields where we lived while I was a teenager... especially in the spring & fall. I'd put on my coat, hat & rubber boots ("packs" we called them back then) & go wandering about all alone. Remembering it brings a smile to my face. I wish I could do it again. But, even if I did, it wouldn't be the same... |
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I remember how nice my first grade teacher was. She drew pictures on the blackboard which utilized the letter of the alphabet we were learning--like a queen made out of a "Q." And she was kind and smelled good.
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I remember my dog... Sandy. (She was sort-of a beagle mix... white with large medium brown patches & black patches around the eyes.) I was about... oh... 8 or 9 I guess. I had been asking my parents for a dog. At the time we lived in a small city in a rented house that had a large open porch. One morning we got up & there was a puppy curled up asleep on the porch by our front door. The house next door had a porch that was half enclosed with a rug on the floor & a couch in the enclosed end. But the puppy curled up on our bare front porch. I don't know if my parents tried to find the puppy's owner. But, either way, she became my dog.
After Sandy had been with us for about a year or so, she disappeared one day & was gone for a week or two. I was distraught. One morning I was upstairs in bed. I heard my father saying something like... go on... go upstairs... It was Sandy. She was back! I remember my father mentioning there had been a news report of a dog being fished out of the river that ran through town. We never knew if that was Sandy. But we wondered. Unfortunately there's sort-of a sad ending to this story. (I know this thread is supposed to be just about good things. And Sandy's presence in my life was a very good thing. But I can't tell this story without bringing it to it's conclusion.) Years later we had moved out to the country. (That is a story in-&-of itself.) Sandy had had a bare spot, about the size of a quarter, on her side for quite a while. My parents never took her to the vet. (They never took me to the doctor or the dentist either unless it was absolutely necessary. We were poor.) Eventually Sandy was not doing well. So my parents finally decided to take her to a vet. The morning we were to take her, I went outside to fetch her. She was laying on her side in the sun beside the house... dead. We buried her out behind the foundation of an old barn that had long since been torn down. Last edited by Skeezyks; Oct 25, 2018 at 10:40 AM.. |
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A good memory is one that was such fun...carefree days. When I was a high school senior my friends and I would dress up every Saturday night and go to the midnight movie, which was The Rocky Horror Picture Show. 42 nights! I cannot recall any other time in my life that was purely fun, without a care in the world - except how my "Magenta" make-up looked.
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This is a strange one I haven't thought of in many years. Living in the heart of the city, hunting was not of my culture. What we did was try to shoot houseflies with rubber bands when the flies landed on the side of the garage. We seldom hit one, but it was like a game for bored little boys during long summers. Sorry to those of you who object to cruelty to houseflies.
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"As flies to wanton boys are we to the gods; they kill us for their sport." ---Shakespeare
I remember the fun time I had cutting paper "dolls" out of catalogs and playing with them. |
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Visiting the old garage run by two of my favorite uncles (still love the smell of burning oil to this day)!
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Any memories I have before I was married.
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If I could leave the present for a few minutes, then I could probably pick out a few favorite memories from my past. Right now though, all seems tainted by how I'm currently feeling, including old memories.
If I could go backwards in time though, I would go back to my honeymoon with my wife and more completely enjoy our time together in such a beautiful place, before living with the weight and dark memories of all the bad choices I made after the honeymoon. If I could go back there, then I would see all the good stuff from my past and all the good stuff I was planning for us in the future. But, I'm not there anymore, and I missed out on so much between then and now - all that could have been good. Nice memories are "sometimes" wonderful things to dwell upon when we are older, but it would be helpful if we could somehow see all the possible effects and consequences of choices we haven't made yet. Kind of like future memories of things that have not occurred yet, but that could be our memories in the future, depending upon our choices. If that were possible, then maybe I would have been more careful about my future and more fully embraced all the blessings that could have unfolded in our life together, and maybe I would still have a family. Instead, here I am, in the middle of my fifties, with nothing much that is worth remembering, except what I missed out on. Most of my old memories are ruined by all that came later on. |
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Baking my first loaf of bread. (Fifty years later I'm still baking bread!)
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