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Egbok

Saturday, September 13, 2003 - 06:27 am EditMoveDeleteIP
Ll, that is a precious memory!

I'll add that I recognize that we can no longer knowningly or unknowningly, let a 4y/o child walk to the corner store any longer. So I'm glad that you have that precious memory of the event.

Eliz87

Saturday, September 13, 2003 - 11:33 am EditMoveDeleteIP
When my husband proposed to me and when my baby was born. Those are my favorite.

Mpls

Sunday, September 14, 2003 - 08:23 am EditMoveDeleteIP
Dang Twink, I'm a fully grown macho male with a tear running down my cheek.

Llkoolaid

Sunday, September 14, 2003 - 03:02 pm EditMoveDeleteIP
I remember going to my grandmothers to visit her for a weekend when I was a teenager. She lived alone and we were very close so quite often I would get on the bus and go and spend the weekend with her. I never told my grandmother because it was embarassing but I was always afraid of the dark and my grandmother lived about a mile down a dark dirt road with no street lights and few houses. I would always leave right after school so I would have plenty of daylight ahead of me.
This one time I missed the bus and had to wait an extra hour and it was pouring rain. I spent the whole drive on the bus worrying about walking down the road by myself. When the bus stopped at the top of her street there was my 71 year old grandmother, in the pouring rain. I was never so relieved in all my life. Being there was special but what makes it stay in my mind so much is that she pretended that she had to run upstreet to the drugstore to pick something up. She wasn't carrying her purse and she didn't have a parcel. She not only took care of my safety she also took care of my pride. That was probably the best gift she ever gave me. If you knew me you would no that I don't have very much self-esteem and have always found it hard to believe that anyone loved me. That was one of the few times in my childhood that I really felt loved. Years later my grandmother was in the nursing home and she wasn't doing well. It was Easter Sunday and I had been there with my mother in the morning to visit her and then I took my mother to my house for Easter Dinner. After I drove my mother home I got this huge urge to go and visit my grandmother. When I got there she took my hand, which may not sound strange to you but she was not a touchy feely person. I don't ever remember holding her hand. She wouldn't let go and she kept her eyes locked on mine(she had several strokes and didn't speak). I just knew in my heart she was dying so I told her I loved her, I tried to get the nurse but my grandmother just wouldn't let go. Then I told her about the time when I was 14 and she met me in the rain and how much it meant to me to know that she loved me that much. She smiled at me and she closed her eyes and then she passed away. I am so thankful that I was the one that was with her. I will never forget her or the gift she gave me that day.

Mpls

Monday, September 15, 2003 - 05:36 am EditMoveDeleteIP
Man you guys are killing me with these very touching and wonderful stories. I'm trying to keep my macho facade, but darn you Ll, I'm sobbing like a girly girl.

I have another very memorable story:
I was born and raised until age 15 in Cleveland. When I was around 14 an older brother of mine and I went to see his high school football team play. Cleveland was sort of divided by west side/east side. We lived on the east side and were not at all familiar witht the west side. It was just he and I and some of his friends. We got a ride there, but he and I ended up having to take public transportation home. It was a night game and it was so late the buses/rapid transit had a limited schedule. Plus we had no idea what buses, rapid transit to take so we winged it.

This was the first time he and I sort of hung together without mom or other adults, we were on our own, and I had never been out that late in my life. I was just loving the whole long adventure of getting on different buses and trains to get home. We got home around 2 in the a.m.

This was a time when you didn't have to worry about having kids our age out at night like that because society still had some sanity about itself. So mom wasn't at all worried. And we were very mature and responsible kids for 14 and 16 yr olds.

Squaredsc

Monday, September 15, 2003 - 05:54 am EditMoveDeleteIP
mpls, that triggers a memory of me and some of my girlfriends taking the mta to the mall and im leaving it at that.

Halfunit

Monday, September 15, 2003 - 05:57 am EditMoveDeleteIP
< Smiling at your story Mpls, and picturing you riding all night long on RTA, lol.

PS - Gooooooo Eastsiders !!! (Ex-Willoughby here!) >

Mpls

Monday, September 15, 2003 - 06:04 am EditMoveDeleteIP
Hey Halfunit, I haven't been back to Cleveland since 1977. My brother's high school is now closed. It was Cathedral Latin and the other school was the Collinwood Railroaders.

Llkoolaid

Monday, September 15, 2003 - 07:05 am EditMoveDeleteIP
Mpls, that reminds me of the first time I was allowed to go to a midnight show. They used to have these awful Kung-fu marathons which I hated but loved the idea of being out until 4 in the morning and the theatre emptying out with gangs of kids walking home with their friends. I remember how happy we were laughing and carrying on as it turned daylight. Getting home and falling into bed until the afternoon. Who can't help but smile when they think of being a teenager on a warm summer night.

Llkoolaid

Monday, September 15, 2003 - 07:08 am EditMoveDeleteIP
I know I seem to be hogging this thread but I love it and think it is a wonderful way to start the day, so I am giving it a try and seeing if I can remember a good thing everyday. We all must have lots and lots of little memories that are nice to us so why not use them to start your day of on a positive, don't worry the negatives will come.lol

Ddr1135

Monday, September 15, 2003 - 07:32 am EditMoveDeleteIP
I love your idea LLKool!

Okay, my happy memory today is three years ago this week, three friends and myself rented a three story house for 8 days in Navarre Beach, Florida. It was the most luxurious space I have ever rented for vacation! The 3 story house was relatively new, I was on the top floor. We all had private bedrooms/baths/porches overlooking the beach. It was tastefully decorated with furniture and accessories from Pottery Barn, Pier One, etc.

Every morning we would wake up and drink our coffee on the porch with the sounds of waves crashing. As we rented in September, the beaches were virtually empty. The most pristine, whitest beaches you could imagine with emerald green waters so clear. Each day we would play in the waves, sunbath and relax. We would cook elaborate meals at night and enjoy each other's company over food and wine. One day we took off and went antiquing along the Scenic Highway, purchasing so much furniture at great prices that we had to rent a Uhall to bring it all back in.

I don't think we'll every recapture that time. We've all moved on with our frantic lives, but we always remember fondly that week in Navarre.

Mpls

Monday, September 15, 2003 - 07:44 am EditMoveDeleteIP
Sounds like a good idea to me Ll. I'll try and post a daily memory until I'm tapped.

Great memory Ddr.

Llkoolaid

Tuesday, September 16, 2003 - 06:39 am EditMoveDeleteIP
My daily smile for today is:

My son walked when he was 8 1/2 months old, by 9 months he was running. He was also very tiny. I remember walking with him to the post office one day in the rain. He had this little blue rain poncho on. He was just ahead of me and I noticed that people driving by were looking and smiling. I looked at him and noticed that he was marching like a little blue soldier swinging his arms and everything while happily sucking away on his pacifier.
I know it is a silly thing to remember but it still makes me smile and anyway give me a break today I was up to all hours trying to vote for Gary in Canadian Idol.

Mpls

Tuesday, September 16, 2003 - 06:59 am EditMoveDeleteIP
Found memories of my youth in Cleveland during the summer months. There was a sacred routine all kids in the neighborhood followed.

First you had to participate in the community baseball league, it was called B-Buzz baseball. Big parade to open the season, win some/lose some games during the season., But every now and then the coaches of the team would take their respective team out to the Dairy Queen or Tasty Freeze and buy us treats. We'd all sit around and enjoy ourselves.

After the baseball season, we were on our own. What would happen is that someone on the block would come out and sit on their porch, then slowly others would come out and then the day was planned. Usually go up to the schoolyard, play some baseball on pavement, or ride our bikes to what we called "bicycle jungle" which was a wooded area in the city.

Sometimes we'd have those in the group who had wagons go get them and we'd walk up and down the streets gathering deposit pop bottles, turn them in for the return money, then buy bread, lunch meat, chips and pop and sit in the park and chow down.

Having raised 2 kids, I think the way society has changed is unfortunate for them. They were never able to have the carefree childhood I did of being free to get out and explore the environment around them. Like most kids, they grew up usually inside playing video games or watching tv or occasionally going to a movie or the mall. But never any real spontaneous playing outside on a daily basis.

Squaredsc

Tuesday, September 16, 2003 - 07:19 am EditMoveDeleteIP
mpls that is true bout video game kids. luckily mine play just as much outside as inside.

Ladytex

Tuesday, September 16, 2003 - 07:25 am EditMoveDeleteIP
The first thing I thought of was this:
My dad was an older dad (he was 52 when I was born and died when I was 14). I was a serious daddy's girl! I remember he would wake me up in the middle of the night on weekends and we would go downstairs, eat cold minestrone out of the can and crackers, or those meat roll things and watch black and white westerns. I am the baby of 8, and I was sooo touched to later hear that I was the only one to have that memory of dad ...

Justboredwbb4

Tuesday, September 16, 2003 - 08:33 am EditMoveDeleteIP
2 things come to mind

One morning while sleeping, my 2 year old came into my room really early in the morning and crawled in bed next to me...I snuggled him up and fell back asleep. Next thing I know I am being woken up by this sensation of a finger jabbing my forehead...as I open my eyes I see my 2 year olds bright eye's. I then realize it is him jabbing my forehead with his finger as he is saying gleefully "haha mommy I put boogah on your on you."
Sure enough as I touch my forehead I find a big sticky boogah! :)

Ok my youngest son slips into my bed after daddy goes to work but before we wake up older son to get to school. We have a snuggle routine.


We will call this morning breath-
This one morning he comes and snuggles up. We are face to face. I draw him to snuggle. He replies.
I am just gonna move my head over here......and my nose...... cause I smell somethin' and its you!
Maybe it was the garlic from the night before. :)

Denecee

Tuesday, September 16, 2003 - 03:11 pm EditMoveDeleteIP
lololololol, thanks justborewbb4, I laughed out loud for real.

Justboredwbb4

Tuesday, September 16, 2003 - 09:16 pm EditMoveDeleteIP
Glad I could bring laughter to someone. As my 3 year old brings much laughter to me and many many Memories to smile about.
Those 2 memories I wrote down. Never want to forget. :)

Llkoolaid

Wednesday, September 17, 2003 - 04:12 am EditMoveDeleteIP
Justboredwbb4, thanks for sharing that, it reminded me of a very similar experience and since I am trying to come up with a smile memory everyday that helped. (I am not in a smiley mood because my favorite on Canadian Idol lost last night)

Anyway, when my son was just 11 months old we were at the cottage and my husband was taking a nap on the couch my son was playing around on the floor in front of him. He got up and went over to his father and was picking at him. His father started wiping at his nose and then he jumped up and took off to the bathroom. It seems that my son had messed his diaper and the poo was little hard stuff (diaper changers will know what I mean), anyway he got one of these litle balls and stuck it in my husband nose. As gross as that is I still laugh when I think of it, my husband now laughs about it.

Ddr1135

Wednesday, September 17, 2003 - 05:43 am EditMoveDeleteIP
LOLLOLLOLLOLLOLLOLLOL, LLkool!

Denecee

Wednesday, September 17, 2003 - 08:25 am EditMoveDeleteIP
That's good stuff Llkookaid! Reminds me of the time my girlfriend was changing her babies cloth diaper. She had a bad habit of putting the pins in her mouth while she was changing the diaper well she was cured of that habit when she put one in her mouth that was covered in poop. I laughed so hard at her.

Mpls

Wednesday, September 17, 2003 - 09:09 am EditMoveDeleteIP
Man, how did the good memories turn to boogers and poop?

Squaredsc

Wednesday, September 17, 2003 - 09:47 am EditMoveDeleteIP
ok here is one that makes me smile. i had just gotten my liscence(sp) and i was 17. me, 2 girlfriends, and one of the gf's boyfriend were going to the inner harbor here in bmore. i was driving. i wasn't too sure about how to get there and i missed the last turn off from mlk blvd and the next thing i know we are on the beltway. i had never driven on the beltway before.

it was also after dark and i got off at the first exit and we ended up in the wrong neighborhood after dark but eventually made it home but we didn't make it to the harbor. the whole road trip was hysterical cause we were soooo lost.

Mpls

Wednesday, September 17, 2003 - 11:08 am EditMoveDeleteIP
Great memory Square. I wonder if the passengers smile about this or do they have thoughts of, Hey remember the night Square almost got us killed in many, many ways? LOL.

I'd put a happy face in the post so there would be no question that I kid you, but I'm too stupid to master that skill.