Date: 2/3/2004 3:49:00 PM
From Authorid: 13283
People shape us Katsho and that is what your granny did .  There is one dude who had a strong effect on me . It was a boyfriend of my moms when I was like 4 years old . He showed me how I should treat people . He was so kind at heart . He also gave me my mighty devotion I have towards God ! Razzy aka  |
Date: 2/3/2004 3:50:00 PM
From Authorid: 15157
When I was a kid I can remember my Grandmaw or Abuelita as I would call her in spanish...would always feed the heck outta us grandkids when we would visit...and then she would make us do chores around her house like weeding the garden...it was fun getting lost in her house...hehehhe I remember hidding in a big antique wardrobe chest...and playing with this funny looking old washer with alot of buttons. Good post Kat!  |
Date: 2/3/2004 3:50:00 PM
From Authorid: 58334
I miss my childhood. I remember one time, my family went to the lake fishing for the day and brought our two dogs along. It was such a great day. I remember jumping out of the back of the truck with my dogs and walking under the shadowed trees to the lake shore where the dogs went swimming. But now, the lake is closed off and they built commecial homes all around it. All of the beautiful trees have been cute down. That was probably one of my most favorite memories.  |
Date: 2/3/2004 3:53:00 PM ( From Author )
From Authorid: 14780
You guyzz have great memories too...makes you feel all warm and cozzy inside, doesnt it?   |
Date: 2/3/2004 4:03:00 PM
From Authorid: 24003
What a lovely post! I always remember my dad made me laugh harder than any person I know! He was always joking and when I was upset or feeling down he could always make me smile or laugh. I have a memory that comes to mind..When I was about 4 years old I was playing right out front of our house and I was always warned NOT to go too close to the street. For some reason or another I guess I went where they thought it was too close to the street. I am the youngest of 6 kids and theres a good age difference between me and them. I could always remember hearing the word RESTRICTION and I didnt know exactly what it was but I knew it was bad and meant trouble. Well, that day he called me inside and told me, in these exact words..."Youre on STRICTURE for going to close to the road." He was joking to make the rest of them laugh..but boy! I thought I was really in big trouble. I was only about 4 remember. I went to bawling my eyes out..screaming "Noooo not stricture!!!" All of a sudden I stopped and said, "What is stricture?" They all burst out laughing. Still to this day, at 21 years old my father teases me about it. When he calls he says, "Have you been good? Dont make me put you on stricture" LOL! Sorry if this was boring to you.  |
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Date: 2/3/2004 4:05:00 PM
From Authorid: 24003
I guess you were looking for warm memories and that may not seem warm to you..but you would have to understand how I thought my daddy hung the moon when I was younger. He was my hero! |
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Date: 2/3/2004 4:07:00 PM ( From Author )
From Authorid: 14780
LOL@stricture that is cute and funny...I loved your memory! |
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Date: 2/3/2004 4:09:00 PM
From Authorid: 24003
LOL! Glad you enjoyed it My father has these corny jokes that were just so stupid you HAD to laugh at them. When I brought friends over, he would ask them.."what was your name before you got married?" they would be like huh? LMAO Oh! and another favorite.."I bet you were born at a really young age" That always caught people off guard. LMAO Okay..Ill hush now. |
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Date: 2/3/2004 4:10:00 PM ( From Author )
From Authorid: 14780
Sounds like you do have a great dad! Share as many memories as you like..thats what the post is for and I love them. :P |
Date: 2/3/2004 4:17:00 PM
From Authorid: 62367
I have vivid memories from childhood, starting with my 3rd bay. Grandma was a very difficult woman from a German family known for producing very ornery people. I loved visiting her. Nearly blind, Grandmother lived in an old dusty home and always greeted us in her bathrobe with her hair in a hair net. She never allowed my brother or I to be disciplined during the visit without major trouble. She permitted me to hunt through the upstairs master bedroom. It had old school books used by my great grandparents, wonderful old photo albums dating to the 1870s and other treasures. Once I found her old wedding dress and some loose bead from a necklace my grandfather had given her before their marriage. I just loved doing this. I learned the family history by bringing down the old photo albums and having her name everyone she knew. She would tell me stories about when she was a girl (born 1909). I am glad I asked my questions. I lost her when I was 14. These memories are preserved in my memory.  |
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Date: 2/3/2004 4:22:00 PM ( From Author )
From Authorid: 14780
peridot cat...that sounded like IT was soo much fun...Kinda like treasure hunting. |
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Date: 2/3/2004 5:24:00 PM
From Authorid: 62367
Katsho, it was treasure hunting of the best kind. I can't say here watch all was found but seeing other peoples lives is facinating. Some of the things were frightening, a picture of a dead child, a custom of the late Victorian times. Some things only came to me when I grew up. Very accurate pictures drawn in a book by a great grandfather, who was known as a crack pot inventor. If he had been educated beyond the 6th grade,who knows what he could have been. |
