Good Memories / Happy Times... They Need to be Remembered, Too - Page 2

cookie · #11 02-01-2007, 08:37 AM

i remember visiting my great aunt avis out on her farm, wayyyy out. it was always pleasant there, and she had a way of making everbody feel special. we just had good times, looking at her arrowhead/artifact collection from their fields, fishing with a pole in the cow pond, loosing my shoe in the muck, walking across a field--feeling the sunshine and the breeze, the scent of dirt when someone was plowing, cold water drawn from the well for a drink. i always hated it when they came to take me home, i think i would have stayed there forever.

batgirl · #12 02-01-2007, 04:41 PM

This is a really terrific idea Marlene, great that you thought of it. I have a lot of great memories from before the shooting. I had an awesome childhood actually. My mom died when I was young but I loved my dad. We got to travel a lot because of him being in the military... I've been all over the world. Most of the memories are too painful to share at the moment, but I will try at some point later on.

jade · #13 28-01-2007, 10:29 AM

When I was younger @5 or6 my granpa bought me a pony. Bandit was a retired circus pony. Shortly after grampa brought him home he started escaping. As always the fence was always intact. Could not figure out how hw was getting out. One day gramma just happened to be out side taking in some sun when the mystery was finally solve. That little stinker would lay down and literally roll himself under the fence. I still remember gramma chasing him around trying to catch him. It was absolutly hilarious. He would wait for her to get right up to him then bolt. This must have gone on for an hour. Grampa finally caught him after he stopped laughing at gramma.

Scott_Fraser · #14 28-01-2007, 10:46 AM

Hi Marlene, the most happiest night for me was being on duty in Berlin when the Wall came down. I'll never forget the sense of joy in the peoples faces and the happiness that there was that night. I'll cherish it forever.
Cheers
Scott

Marlene · #15 04-02-2007, 12:07 PM

My husband is an avid fisherman and while I've never really been into fishing, one day he told me there was a spot on a lake close to our home that the fish were really biting. So I went out in the boat with him. He wasn't kidding. Every time the bait would touch the water, a fish would hit it. They were all brim (some call them pan fish or crappie). We just kept putting them into the live well and went on fishing.

When we got back home and emptied the live well, there were 78 fish in there! OMG-we had to clean them all, too. I still have pictures of us sitting in the driveway cleaning fish.

Just a fun afternoon spent with my best friend.

ranger2_75 · #16 06-02-2007, 10:23 AM

Marlene,

Thank you for this thread it has helped me alot. I don't have but a few good memories thathaven't been ruined by a nother event shortly after. I am glad to see that so many of you do though, I guess it gives me hope for the future. Maybe one day I'll have more to put here but for now what I have is the day that my each of my boys were born and my wedding day.(when I married wildcritter)

cookie · #17 06-02-2007, 11:01 AM

maybe i am just strange, and i never realized it til i was looking at some snapshots of my brothers and myself, but i don't remember hardly any "normal" stuff from my childhood. i know who the people are in the pics, but that's about it. it is kind of unsettling to think that you forget the good while remembering the bad. i feel kind of sorry that i can't remember much.
cathy

Nam · #18 08-02-2007, 05:58 AM

I lived on a farm and our closest neighbor lived down the road about a half mile on a paved blacktop road. I would make sure mom and dad were out in the fields or "busy" so that I could hop on my bike and travel to my neighbor's driveway. At her drive way was a shallow drainage area that had so many tadpoles every year! I would go down there and stick my bare feet in the mud and catch as many as I could find. Every once in a while, my neighbor (I don't know her), would come out of her house and yell down the the long driveway (1/4 mile) "Get otta there! Shoo! Go!" And I would hop on my bike and travel in the opposite direction of my house, go down to the next mile and go around the mile block back to the house. It's a long four mile trip, but well worth it to see those tadpoles.

vcc123 · #19 08-02-2007, 09:57 AM

I remember being about 4 or 5.. coming from a big Italian family.. we were sitting around the dinner table have traditional pasta & stuff.. I didnt feel very good.. I had a sore throat, drank some milk and threw up.. but it was still a happy memory cuz we were all together, and happy having dinner. I guess cuz it was before anything bad had happened yet. But still a good memory.

kers · #20 08-02-2007, 02:01 PM

My dad read every night before bed. A couple of times I would get a book and go in his room and curl up on the bed next to him. I'd pretend to read, but really, I was just enjoying having time with him.