Sunday, June 19, 2005
Five Memories Plus One!
I was tagged by the Silver Fox to name five things I remember from my childhood.
Man that was so long ago that I only remember things like:
I grew up between two farms where my brothers and I used to play hide and seek after dark in the fields with my cousins and the neighbor boy. You could lay out flat on your tummy and the others could walk within five feet of you and never see you!
I remember walking 7/10th of a mile to and from school wading over my kneecaps in the snow and crying in front of the coal stove in the front room trying to warm up after.
With no inside bathroom ( a one seater with a path) we took our baths in the kitchen. Mom heated part of the water on the kitchen stove and the other part with one of those round metal donuts that you plug into the wall and put in the round wash tub. I can remember sitting in that tub with my feet and legs hanging over the side because I was so tall. Then standing up to wash my feet and legs before I got out.---Lord I couldn’t even sit in a regular bath tub anymore if I ever wanted to get out again!
I remember that we didn’t have alot of money but we never went hungry. For entertainment my Mom would fill the car with gas and load all of kids in and take us for a ride. She would pick a road, saying I wonder where this goes. Then we would follow it until we ended up in someone’s back yard. What great adventures that was!
I remember hauling milk containers full of water from the next door farm when the well went dry. Buying milk from that farmer that came fresh from the cow and Mom making me summer dresses out of the chicken feed sacks that had such pretty prints on them.
Most of all I remember how we fought as kids but the love in our house seem to spill out the door to greet everyone who ever visited us!!
Now for the Fun Part------I tag my daughter Cindy
My son Lesley
My husband Jay
My friend Dar
My friend Jeff
Yes!!!!!!
I goofed-- the tag was for things I miss from childhood. ( Obviously memory is one of them).
I miss how my Mom cooked chicken, how good it smelled and tasted.
My grandmother’s canned berries, ‘jumping beef’ and how she whistled ever so lightly
when we did jig saw puzzles together or played dominos.
I miss helping my Mom tear down an engine so Dad could replace the rings and watching him put it back together and it ran!!
If My Body Were A Car!
If my body were a car, this is the time I would be thinking about trading it in for a newer model.
I’ve got bumps and dents and scratches in my finish and my paint job is getting a little dull, but that’s not the worst of it.
My fenders are too wide to be considered stylish. They were once as sleek as a little MG; now they look more like an old Buick.
My seat cushions have split open at the seams. My seats are sagging.
Seat belts? I gave up all belts when Krispy Cremes opened a shop in my neighborhood.
Air bags? Forget it. The only bags I have these days are under my eyes. Not counting the saddlebags, of course.
I have soooooo many miles on my odometer. Sure, I’ve been many places and seen many things, but when’s the last time an appraiser factored life experiences against depreciation?
My headlights are out of focus and it’s especially hard to see things up close.
My traction is not as graceful as it once was. I slip and slide and skid and bump into things even in the best of weather.
My whitewalls are stained with varicose veins.
It takes me hours to reach my maximum speed. My fuel rate burns inefficiently.
But here’s the worst of it—almost every time I sneeze, cough or sputter..... either my radiator leaks or my exhaust backfires!
Thanks Pam!