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| CabinCreek-Kentucky |
Posted - May 05 2007 : 11:54:12 AM
ANY MEMORY. XO
True Friends, Frannie
CABIN CREEK FARM
KENTUCKY
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| 13 L A T E S T R E P L I E S (Newest First) |
| mommom |
Posted - May 06 2007 : 12:28:37 PM
When I was a teenager, I was helping my dad pick peas from our enormous garden. I was a pretty quick picker.....one day, to my horror, I picked up a black snake. I was so scared I threw it and it accidentally landed on my dad! It was not a pretty picture! Another time, I was shucking corn and I picked up a field mouse. I was so startled that I hurled it at the basement door and killed it! Such power for a then 72 pounder! My dad taught me how to do a lot of things to be a farmgirl. I was driving tractors at 8 yrs. of age and could drive manure spreaders and shortbed tractor trailers at an early age. I'm really glad he took the time to teach me all he knew.....it's come in handy many a time. Susan |
| mkmomus |
Posted - May 06 2007 : 08:21:44 AM
We lived in the city and there were many kids on our block. I remember between 8 and 9 o'clock was a great time to play hide and seek. And I also seem to remember there lots more fireflys then. I guess we all were about 8 and 9. Down the block and around a corner was a neighborhood bakery. It was a Polish bakery. You could see the bakery from our front porch. All the parents were on the porch talking so they could watch you go all the way there. Acouple of us kids would go down with dimes and quarters and for that amount of money you could get big bakery bags of all the stuff they didn't sell that day. We would all come racing home, the adults would bring out drinks and we would all pick our favorites. Even our teenage brothers and sisters would come out for the treats (I guess cool doesn't matter when it comes to good treats!). My father was always looking for the apple squares. I can close my eyes and be there.
Merle |
| serenity1652 |
Posted - May 06 2007 : 05:03:25 AM
I was about 8 and my brother 11. Our father was an over the road truck driver. He would be gone sometimes a month at a time. While he was on the road he would save all of his loose change in a coffee can to bring home to me and my brother to split. One winter dad had been gone about 5 weeks and there was about 3 feet of snow on the ground and dad was due in. We both knew that dad wouldn't let us go to the store (about 20 miles away) because of the snow.... so our new money from dad would just sit there. Well dad pulled in with his big rig just growling and out came the change can..after we split it up there was $32 apiece...oh how horible to have that much money and not be able to spend it. After dad got his rig unloaded and went in to see our mother...he said "well kids, are you not going to get your going to town clothes on?" we both about fell over...dad was really going to take us to town in the snow. Dad is the best and still is. Bobby and I always bought the same things...Bobby bought matchbox cars...he must have thousands of them and I bought crafty stuff...this time I bought liquid embroider from the five and dime....oh what fun we had as children.
Fawn
"May all of your farm girl dreams come true...as mine has"
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| CabinCreek-Kentucky |
Posted - May 05 2007 : 10:48:14 PM
WHAT SWEET MEMORIES .. I AM LOVING READING THEM. KEEP 'EM COMING! XO
True Friends, Frannie
CABIN CREEK FARM
KENTUCKY
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| catscharm74 |
Posted - May 05 2007 : 7:59:04 PM
Anticipating our Nanna and Papa coming for a visit was like waiting for Christmas, all the excitement, the buzz, energy...They would arrive and my Nanna brought "the BAG"!! This would cause sheer delight. My brother would get things like tube socks and Lipton Ice tea and me and my sister got the "beauty bag" full of makeup, little hotel bottles, samples, jewelry...etc.. It was the most fun putting in all on and we would give makeovers to everyone.
Also, remember shucking corn and eating watermelon with my Papa. |
| MariaAZ |
Posted - May 05 2007 : 7:36:15 PM
I'd like to share two memories. When I was 8-10 years old, my mother used to shop at the neighborhood grocery store/drug store, and sometimes she'd go after school or on weekends when my dad went to work so I'd get to tag along. The drug store side had a little restaurant, and after going shopping we would stop by for an ice cream sundae. I used to SO look forward to going shopping with Mom and the "girl talks" we had over ice cream treats. It ended when the grocery store and drug store moved to larger, separate stores across the street and the drug store decided to drop the restaurant. I STILL have fond memories of those days, in fact Mom & I were talking about it just yesterday.
Before we moved to Arizona, we lived in Texas, I was around 6-7 years old. Close to where Dad worked was a vacant field that was covered in Bluebonnets, like a sea of delicate blue. Sometimes, on his way home from work, he'd stop and pick a bouquet just for me. I was always delighted by the bouquets. Although I haven't seen a Bluebonnet in person since we moved when I was 7 years old, they are my favorite flower because of their beauty and because of the memories of those impromptu bouquets from Dad.
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| Annab |
Posted - May 05 2007 : 5:56:47 PM
I'll always cherish memories of my last 3 years of college. (I was on the involuntary 6 year plan). Prior to this, I was a study nerd and very seldom ventured much of anywhere.
When I moved to upperclassmen housing, I met 4 very special friends, all of whom had physical disibilities. I too have a learning disability and will be the last to ever judge someone because they are viewed as "different".
I still keep in touch with one. She is limited to an electric wheel chair, but still is able to drive, teach , has a very special help dog and just recently earned a teaching excellence award for the state of Ohio.
I also will carry fond memories of 2 guys-Thomas and Chris. They were also in the same dorm-different wing. These guys were like brothers. Sometimes we'd make midnight runs to Taco Bell, play cards or just hang out. One time I was in the middle of typing an incredibly hard paper, and had accidentally deleted the WHOLE THING!!! The guys stopped by and wanted me to join them for ice skating. Sadly, I had to sweat out another 4 hours of typing whle they went and played. Forever after, I would remember to periodically hit the SAVE key.
Chris joined the Navy and I pray like everything he is safe.
I never will know what happened to Thomas.
And of course there's all the family memories. My brother and were constantly being separated for having too much of a good time and hardly ever fighting. Two noteworthy events were family trips in an RV out West when we were both young and ratty kids. The other was a month-long journey to Australia that has forever made us each grateful for parents who showed us there's a great big -really wonderful world out there weaiting to be explored. ( Fearfully and wonderfully created I might add!) |
| Alee |
Posted - May 05 2007 : 5:35:07 PM
My Grandparent's old house was this pink stucco house with three bedrooms. Two large and one small. Whenever we visited my grandparents there was always a squabble about who got to sleep in the "little" room. It was beautifully decorated with knick-knacks from my Grandma's life and had a white enameled bedroom set with gold handles on the vanity. I remember the first time I got to stay in the "little" room was when we were visiting for my 8th birthday. We had a brand new lab puppy who stayed in the room with me as well and I still have pictures of her curled up in my suit case fast asleep!
Alee
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| Mikki |
Posted - May 05 2007 : 5:22:23 PM
When I was about 4 or 5 we were at a friends house. We used to go over and my parents would play Rook with them. We would sometimes stay till late. This particular night I remember waking up as we were leaving. My head laying on my daddy's shoulder. I looked down on the snow covered ground and it was glistening like a trillion blue diamonds as the moon shone upon it. I felt safe, and warm as I snuggled closer to my daddy. And never has snow looked so beautiful. This is one of my first memories, and I think of it often. My daddy is very dear to me.
~~Blessings, Mikki Jo
www.mikkijo.etsy.com
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| a rose |
Posted - May 05 2007 : 4:07:41 PM
I remember spending time with my cousins up in the Adirondacks. My cousin Bobby and I would sneak
out in the woods. We found a small wood shed and decided to go in and catch up on the latest news since I lived over 100 miles away. We heard a noise on the roof and thought it was one of Bobby's brothers. We snuck a peak out and saw a big bobcat sitting on top of the roof. It seemed like we sat there for hours until we heard the bobcat leave. Thank God he wasn't interested in going inside!
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| psouper |
Posted - May 05 2007 : 3:23:55 PM
Some of my favorite memories involve staying overnight at my grandparents' big Dutch colonial house. My room had large flowers on the wallpaper, no electricity and a creaky mattress. Grandma would poke her head in to say goodnight. I see her in her slip with her two long braids hanging down. She wrapped her braids around her head during the day and brushed it out at night. She was up before dawn, wearing stockings and her 1930s ghillie shoes to do the housework. And always an apron! I have 2 of her aprons - over-the-head style edged with bias tape -- I took them apart and used them for patterns and have made multiples for myself and for gifts. Her house had a special smell, and she loved pink and green together.
Polly
www.favoriteapron.blogspot.com |
| Horseyrider |
Posted - May 05 2007 : 3:08:34 PM
When I was a little kid, I used to beg to go to summer camp. Camp meant staying out in the woods all the time, swimming, hiking, canoeing, and best of all, riding horses. There was one horse that was the object of my most heartfelt desire, a dark bay named Gypsy. Oh, how I always fenagled to ride the inimitable Gypsy! Gypsy the beautiful, Gypsy the fleet footed, Gypsy who would transport me to heaven on shoes of steel. I still remember the heady freedom of my first trail ride, on a blazing hot summer day through woods and fields, hearing the squeak of the leather, smelling the rich fragrance of horse sweat mixed with humus-y woodland floor, and watching the sunlight glittering through the trees. There is nothing so fine on earth. I was nine or ten years old, and I felt like I'd already been to the mountaintop and seen the Promised Land.
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| Luzy |
Posted - May 05 2007 : 12:19:50 PM
My family used to go fishin a lot. We'd all pile in the car (5 of us) and stop buy the neighborhood Mom and Pop store and get stuff for lunch and head out. Dad would always buy the bologna and get it sliced, the kind with the plastic around the edges, then we'd each get an ice cold soda in the bottles from the cooler that had the cold water inside. I still remember how that smelled and how it sounded when I closed the heavy lid. Then we each got to choose a candy. And most likely I was barefooted! This was about 1960 and I was 5 yrs old. Great times!
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May I always be the kind of person my dog thinks I am. |
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