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A trip down memory lane
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Posted 6 months ago What's your fondest childhood memory? Re-enlightenment is in the realization of the fact that we have only the present moment to live. |
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| Posted about 1 month ago The best times of my childhood was during the years my grandma was alive. She always would buy me small tokens every time she goes to the market. The best hugs and affirmation I have gotten came from her. I was only nine years old when she passed away and the sweetness of childhood died with her. The warm and compassionate person she was I aspire to attain to her memory. May Grandma Lisa's soul rest in peace. |
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| Posted about 1 month ago My fondest childhood memories were spending time with my grandfather. whom in the short 10 years he was in my life had a profound effect on me. Just before he died he said to me "Antoinette, you have to let a man be a man."...at 10, I didn't know what the heck he meant, but now I hear his words ringing true...still don't quite know what it means...but I think the lesson is around the corner. Another fond memory was going to Chicago Cubs games with my favorite uncle Edward. We haven't spent much time together, but we talk often about anything, everything and nothing at all. I remember him carrying me on his shoulders down the street, as well sang the 7 inning stretch song. Ms. Antoinette M. Brown I am a divine original fashioned by God to be radiantly beautiful! |
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| Posted about 1 month ago My fondest childhood memories would have to be the ones that involve my grandfather. I can remember being maybe 4 or 5 and standing outside helping him water the yard. I love that image that plays in my head when I think about it. Another would have to be when me and grandpa were walking to Dairy Queen to pick up some food so grandma didn't have to cook. I love how it feels to reminisce about those times. Rasika, girl I love the Forums you start! Need Breeds Ingenuity! |
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| Posted about 1 month ago Visiting my grandparents in a small OK town. They had a 100 yr old farm house that they moved to town; we slept upstairs in those old-fashioned beds with the soft mattresses. In the winter they had homemade quilts that must have weighed 100 lbs., I can remember being snugged down under all that warmth and weight. We'd wake to a full breakfast, hot and cold cereal, eggs, bacon, cream of wheat (with cream fresh off the farm!). Driving with granddad out to feed his cattle (thats where he taught me to drive)...when the whistle on the water tower would go off at noon, dinner would be ready (dinner is at noon out in the country) - there would always be Grandmom's sour cream cake for dessert. Around 2:00, granddad would get out Coke in the glass bottles and we'd sit at the kitchen table and he'd tell stories about the old days. Saturday nights would be a dance at the American Legion Hall, where way back in the day, everybody who was anybody played there (still a Bob Wills flyer on the wall, if you dont know who he is, google him, I still love his music). |
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| Posted about 1 month ago To pick just one is very hard so I'll go with the first thing that came to mind. My grandmother took me with her to a nursing convention in New Orleans when I was 10. Her friend who had two daughters one a year older and one a year younger than I that went with their mom. While they were in meetings we hung out in the room watching TV and playing games. We did so much when they weren't in meetings, took a buggy ride, went to a museum, ate at some really great resturants and went to my first Dinner Theatre. Watching the Sound of Music and drinking my Shirley Temple was the highlight of the trip. It's a memory that I will never ever forget. |
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| Posted about 1 month ago Going to Cedar Point every summer. Cindy Stand for something or else you will fall for anything |