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Your childhood

Discussion in '2003 Archive' started by Gina B, Aug 25, 2003.

  1. Jim1999

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    Born before the fall of the Stock Market; lived in London through the 2nd World War; spent my boyhood in a private Anglican boarding school (all boys). One egg a week was a reward, but porridge and the fear of God was the norm, and cawl cennin at least once a week. Oh yes, learned to knot a tie at four.

    Cheers,

    Jim
     
  2. Gina B

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    Sherrie, I understand about the ice. There were kids in LA that used to jump on the back of the Frito-Lay trucks for a free ride. [​IMG]

    Blackbird, ACCIDENTS? HA! I still have scars! Here's a few memories!

    Brothers "stoning" me for telling on them. They said it was the biblical thing to do.

    Brother hobbling all bloody to the car to go to the er, said he fell and gashed his knee open on the goat's stake. (he had done it with a chainsaw he wasn't supposed to be using)

    Another brother going to the er for stitches after having high heeled shoe thrown at him. (we all agreed before we went for help that he fell)

    Brother sliding down the bannister and his head going through the wall at the bottom. (you don't even wanna know the story we concocted on THAT one!)

    Rescuing my dog, panicking thinking he'd get killed before I got to him. There was a major tornado (ripped up the whole town) and there was huge hail and he was tied outside. I got him, but he got hit in the leg with one and was hurt.

    Thinking I would be a cripple my whole life and wondering how I'd hide it from my family. LOL I had been riding on the tractor my brother was driving and fell behind it and the spikey thingie attached to the back, they came together and I got "pinched" in between them by my waist and it took a few minutes before I could feel anything from the waist down, I just laid there praying to get some feeling back, brother had realized after a minute what happened and looked scared to death.

    Gina
     
  3. dianetavegia

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    Gina, it's amazing you are alive! Sherrie too! You girls had some wild experiences!

    Diane
     
  4. PastorGreg

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    Childhood memories - great childhood. 5 sisters, 2 brothers (my parents got it right 3 times anyway ;) ) Christian family. Never missed church. Lived baseball. We played, it seems like all day every day in the summer (boys and girls) - or until 1:30 if the Cubbies were on.
    Riding bikes 5 miles to the little unincorporated town of Honey Creek to get a can of pop or some M&M's.
    After dark - time for kick-the-can

    All good memories, for which I'm thankful.
     
  5. Wisdom Seeker

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    Hey we used to do that! Frito-Lay trucks, Ice cream trucks...you name it.

    We used to catch polywogs in the ditch and blow the fuzz off of cattails. I can still smell the eucalyptus trees and the moss in the water. We used to build forts there too and go for long walks. I was always barefoot.

    We used to slide down pieces of cardboard at "cardboard hill" after school.

    My poor kids, I used to walk and ride my bike everywhere until dusk. I wouldn't let my kids do that here.

    Changing world.
     
  6. Sherrie

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    OMG...Wisdom Seeker! You had "Cardboard Hill"! We did not call our hill that, but we would take cardboard and slide down a hill that ran into the Mississippi River! It was in Jefferson Barracks, in St. Louis. A canon over looks to the Illinois side. The were abandon buildings and I think they were prison houses and hospital.

    We would tie a rope onto the canon and hold it and slide down the major big hill! Then after the sheer thrill turned into bordom, we would put pennies on the train track. Made lots of necklaces out of them. Hey we use to bounce on the old metal frame beds that were in those abandon buildings. Up and down...high like a trampoline. I think I scratched my name in that canon too.

    Now that area is fenced off and a Army base of some sort. You are not allowed in there. So sad...Ahhhh...what I would give to see some of those kids....WOW!


    And you are soooooooo right WIsdom Seeker...no way would I allow my kids to do half what I have done!


    Sherrie
     
  7. Dr. Bob

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    Daughter is in total kitchen remodel and getting a new fridge. I told her about how GREAT a fridge with the freezer on the bottom was, since you go to the freezer only once every 20 times you go into the main fridge.

    She looked askew at me and said why did it ever start having freezers on TOP?

    Wow. She is a child of the 70's not the 40's like me (and some here even earlier). ICEBOXES had to have the ice compartment on top because cold air sinks, cooling the rest of the fridge.

    We all know then, that form follows function and when the new all-electric units came out, it just didn't look like a fridge with an icebox on the BOTTOM!

    Long time from riding the milk trucks and stealing ice chunks!! :eek:
     
  8. Helen

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    So many memories! I had a very protected and privileged childhood in many ways.

    Some of my first memories:

    -- sitting next to my mother on the couch with the radio on and she heard something and said, "Thank God, it's over!" and she was talking about the Korean War.

    -- Being scared to death by a Hallowe'en mask.

    -- Singing "I like Ike, 'cause Ike is good on a mike..."


    Early childhood memories:

    -- watching our beagle, Tinker, as she gave birth to pups.

    -- Daddy, who was a radio announcer then, wishing me happy birthday over the radio!

    -- First crush in first grade. Ricky. Dragged him behind a bush when we got off the school bus to make him kiss me!

    -- Mom too busy with the babies (four of us in five years), so I played alone a lot. Made scenes with leaves and flowers and stones and such in old shoeboxes.

    -- Sitting on Papa's lap and learning to read as his finger traced the words to Gilbert and Sullivan plays while they played on the record player. Learning that 'ph' said 'f' because our first refrigerator was a Philco.

    Middle childhood:

    -- trying to stretch my sheets tight enough to play jacks when I had to go to bed early in the summer before it was dark outside.

    -- my 'first date' with Steve in the fourth grade...to collect lizards and frogs and things in the creekbed.

    -- hot days in school when the skin on the back of my legs would stick to the chair when I tried to get up. That really hurt!

    -- walking the railroad tracks to school and jumping out of the way when we heard a train coming.

    -- running home from school over the hill and down into our yard, jumping over the then-small bushes in the front yard. Loving to run.

    -- Daddy bringing home big barrels from work and we would roll down the hill in our backyard in them, counting on the baby laurel bushes to stop us! Somehow they survived and are about 25 feet tall today.

    -- getting lost in the walnut orchard behind our house. All the trees were in straight rows forever in each direction. I was so scared! Fourth grade...

    -- trying to stay up and sneak in the living room Christmas eve to find out about Santa Claus!

    -- picking wild grasses for my imaginary horse.

    Later:

    -- intense shyness because I grew long and gangly and my two younger sisters were so beautiful and bubbly.

    -- showing off skiing when I was 11 or 12, and breaking my ankle and tearing a cartilege in my knee. Danny Kaye signed my cast, but that injury was the beginning of years of surgeries on a knee that turned out to have a birth defect inside it.

    -- learning to dive from a one-meter board anyway and entering competitions

    -- the stigma of being a 'gifted' child

    -- dance contests in high school, and being on the girls' basketball team, and running -- sort of daring my knee to break down.

    -- it did. More surgery and a full leg polio-type brace as a senior in high school as I learned to walk again.

    -- being called into the counselor's office as a sophomore and finding out that way that my beloved grandmother had just died. Walking out and just walking home from school. Got an F in English that quarter for doing that.

    -- writing tons of poetry during my crippled times. And making the decision, which I have never regretted, to use my knee as much as I could while I could, even knowing that meant it wouldn't last as long.

    I remember clover in the lawn, and lying on my back to make shapes of passing clouds. I remember getting handfuls of sunflower seeds still in the shells and slowly shelling and eating them on my bed while I read a favorite book.

    I remember my sister giving me a black eye in time for a high school date.

    I remember Girl Scout camps and campfire songs and some special friends and roasted marshmallows.

    I remember a lot of sad and hurtful things, too. But it's more fun to share the other stuff.
     
  9. blackbird

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    Hand cranked homemade Ice cream!!! Outside! Never mind the bugs!! You carried a "fly-flap" and just "got on with life!"

    I've put down a "many-ah" bowl--but my dad could eat so much---his tummy would look like a puppy's tummy swolen with "mamma's" milk!! You could thump it and it would sound hollow---like a ripe watermelon!!

    Blackbird
     
  10. blackbird

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    PastorGregg???

    Kick-the-can!!!!

    Me, too!

    Blackbird
     
  11. dianetavegia

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    BLACKBIRD! Those puppies had worms! :eek:

    We played stick ball in the street. No cars came up and down our street until the daddies started coming home at night.

    Diane
     
  12. blackbird

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    Diane---impossible, I say! These were registered!! At least as far as a Big Chief notebook goes!! Too good for worms!!! Upscale puppies belonging to average scale family like Blackbird's!

    Sending off for a Charles Atlas course--of course, Blackbird passed with flyin' colors--it was about the only subject daddy didn't "fret" me about--He never worried about me and that Charles Atlas course!!

    Mercy--I keep tellin' folks, if school was programed like those Charles Atlas courses---Blackbird would have been a "shoe in" for Valdictorian!!! Blackbird was never any good at recitin' all those "Preamble's" and stuff--but those CA courses--buddy, I could get in to that stuff!

    Blackbird
     
  13. Elnora

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    I have some wonderful memories of my daddy.

    Baked and decorated all of us kids birthday cakes. He wasn't content with a layer. Had to be 4 or 5 graduating from larger to smaller. Homemade divinity at Christmas. So light and fluffy and melted in your mouth.

    Made my oldest sister a dress for her first prom.

    Best oatmeal cooker in the world. I had a cousin who ask her mom to have "uncle" make her some. She said mom's was like glue and his was so flaky and good.

    Becoming a chaperone for us kids at girl scouts. We went on an two night sleepover in the woods, it poured rain thunder and lightning! He found the Canadian Girl Scouts and we stayed in a lodge they had. He went because they didn't have enough moms and we couldn't go unless there were enough.

    Being a man, they made him sleep in a cold camp trailer with no heat while we were inside with a cozy fire. I have a picture of all the B.C. scouts and us with all the moms in a circle and my dad right in line. [​IMG] [​IMG]

    Best dad in the world!
     
  14. blackbird

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    We had a neighbor who drove 18 wheelers--we'd go over and get an old tire out of the pile he always had hangin' around---go up the hill--somehow squeeze into the opening--you know, curl up--and then roll down the hill inside that tire!

    It would always give me a good "Baptist drunk!"

    Momma had a rule for me and my brother--no going outside to play till homework was finished!! What a bummer--'cause in the winter--it'd get dark at 5pm--that'd give Blackbird about 2 minutes to play outside!!!! :( :( :(
     
  15. dianetavegia

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    Blackbird, don't give me that! Yourn chilren's got lice and yourn puppies got wurms!

    You nut!
    Diane
     
  16. donnA

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    well, lets see.
    I was born in Chicago, so I'm a transplant southerner. We moved to Ky when I was a few months old, mom and dad broke up when I was 6, over one of his many lady 'friends'. We lived in Chicago until I was 15 when we moved back to Ky. In the meantime we visited dad every summer and most christmases. OK, heres where the story gets kind of soap opera like. Dad lived with Linda, whcih is how I met her brother, who I at 16 married, he's Robert my my sweet heart. She also had my brother Chris, I have 3 brothres, 2 are halves, one's dad's adn the other mom's(born after dads death). No sisters. My dad was murdered in 1977, I was 11, by some 'friends' of his. Seems they had robbed a place in Louisville( a bar I beleive it was, I heard they dressed like women, my dad was a big man), dad wanted to hide the money for a while,and they other two wanted their share now, so they killed him. My dad was not a nice person, but he did love us. I think, Robert says he did anyway. He told me something so precious to my heart a couple months ago, we were talking about dad and what he would think of us and our life together, and Robert said he would not have wanted us to marry, nothing was ever good enough for Raymend's(dad) girl. And I'd spent my life thnking he didn't care.
     
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