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#47- Early Childhood Memory's
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#47- Early Childhood Memory's I'm blessed, and cursed. While I can't seem to remember names very well, and certainly have become speed dial dependent on phone , memories are etched into my mind. Good, bad, happy, sad. I can close my eyes, and watch the video of past memories, play across my mind like I'm watching a old movie. In thinking about this months submission, I can't really picture in my head what my first memory is. They're not date stamped unfortunately, and I have always been sorta different in how I "process" time. So instead, I will share a place and time, where some of my fondest early memories are from. From as early as I can remember, going to my Grandparents house was always something we got excited about. These were my mom's parents. Good old Czech people who epitomized the Bohemian attitudes of their culture. They lived on a small farm in between Weimer and La Grange, the house set in the middle of a cow pasture. Country people, who would help anyone. Who grew up poor, having to hunt and fish for their food. Who made damn near everything "homemade". Who's recipes and teachings have been passed down, for generations. I still make poppy seed Kolaches, from my great grandmothers recipe, mixed in the ceramic mixing bowl my Grandmother got as a wedding present. The two of them molded me into who I am, every bit as much as my parents did. I close my eyes and can still picture the old house. A small 5 room house, if you count the bathroom and kitchen. No insulation, so it was always hot during the summers and cold during the winter. I remember sleeping on and under giant homemade feather beds, laid out on the floor. All eight of us cousins, of different ages, being hollered at continuously to settle down and go to sleep. Eventually, exhausted from the days activity, we would slowly quiet down and go to sleep. Only to wake up and start it all over again. I can remember Grandpa and my Dad, taking us out in the early mornings to go hunting or fishing. Teaching us how to track and stalk, there was no such thing as hunting in a blind. We learned to observe everything around us. How the grass lay, how old the tracks we found were. How to look up into giant old Pecan trees, and see the entire picture. So you could notice the small movement that didn't belong. Bingo, another squirrel. They loved eating squirrel and rabbit. They taught me to shoot at such a young age, I honestly don't remember when I started, but it was before I was in school. We learned to run trot lines, and throw lines to catch catfish. How to clean the fish, and of course how to cook it. I learned to swim, they tell me, when I fell into the Colorado river at age three. I had gotten too close to a small embankment, running like the crazy I was. By the time Dad got over to me, he said he just watched, because I was paddling to shore. I do remember my Mom being flabbergasted, he didn't jump in after me, when he told her about it. In later years, when the topic came up, he told me he would have but I was doing just fine on my own. I haven't been hunting in many years, it's too cold usually for me and I can't say I ever developed a taste for squirrel. But I've never forgotten the skills. I still fish, but it's mainly salt water fishing these days. No trot lines, just a couple of rods and reels that my Grandpa would probably scoff at. I remember chasing chickens in the chicken yard, and all of us getting a switching from Grandma for doing it. Seems we got a lot of those, but I also remember, we deserved them all. I remember getting chased by cows, because we got to close to the calves. I remember playing football in the pasture. Taking long walks in the dark with all of us cousins and my Dad, down the sandy loam stretches they called roads. Catching fireflys and putting them into jars. Bar-b-ques that would go on all day. Dances that would go on till late in the night. I remember swimming in the creek. I remember the sky at night, filled with stars, like I never see anymore. Like you could reach out and touch them. I remember crying, as a young pallbearer, at my Grandpa's funeral. I remember, feeling devastated, when my Grandma passed away with me holding her hand, almost twenty years later. I'll never forget those early memory's . I'll always remember the lessons they both taught me. Sure the tangibles were helpful, but the intangibles are what stands out in my memories of them and that place. How to be a man, how to treat others. How to be happy with what you have, and how to laugh at every opportunity. Life and my cavalier outlook on it at a young adult, taught me a lot. But the memory's of that time and place,did the most to make me into the man I am today. All my love Grandpa and Grandma. All my love. " I refuse to belong to any organization that would accept me as a member" Groucho Marx |
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It really was the most peaceful time in my life. " I refuse to belong to any organization that would accept me as a member" Groucho Marx
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Good afternoon Young Man, So many of the things you mention, run parallel to my life. one comment you made that stands out, playing football in the cow pasture, the winner was the team that made the most points and didn't step or fall into a cow patty!!!!! Lessens learned through the school of hard knocks were remembered better than something that came from the school marm. Just so many good times and also times of sadness when the grandparents passed , and in '63 when my father passed.. it is good to riminess on the good and the sad.. Thanks for sharing your story Stop by at lonlyforlove2 also see Lunch with Lonly , we get snow tomorrow Check my blog on New Community, "A photo of my big Pecker" also, " My Sunday afternoon with the kids'
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Good read ! Certainly sounds like it was a peaceful time. Grandparents have a tendency to be so much more patient than our parents were. I guess that's because they seemed to have more time for their grandkids . My parents are certainly more patient with my kids than they ever were with me. lol Yep... grandparents . . And now I'm thinking of my own... ... is there another way to look at it Going Too Fucking Far NEW Blog Features RevealeD O O A Foolproof Method Posted Over on that NEW site O O
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It was a easier time. Or maybe we just made it easier because of the outlook of those around us. I always get a little melancholy when I think about my Grandparents. They were great people. " I refuse to belong to any organization that would accept me as a member" Groucho Marx
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Good afternoon Young Man, So many of the things you mention, run parallel to my life. one comment you made that stands out, playing football in the cow pasture, the winner was the team that made the most points and didn't step or fall into a cow patty!!!!! Lessens learned through the school of hard knocks were remembered better than something that came from the school marm. Just so many good times and also times of sadness when the grandparents passed , and in '63 when my father passed.. it is good to riminess on the good and the sad.. Thanks for sharing your story  They were great times. " I refuse to belong to any organization that would accept me as a member" Groucho Marx
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Good read ! Certainly sounds like it was a peaceful time. Grandparents have a tendency to be so much more patient than our parents were. I guess that's because they seemed to have more time for their grandkids . My parents are certainly more patient with my kids than they ever were with me. lol Yep... grandparents . . And now I'm thinking of my own... I know I'm more patient as a grandparent. I'm not sure my grandparents were. LOL We got tons of switching, but then again, we were hellions.  " I refuse to belong to any organization that would accept me as a member" Groucho Marx
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I love this post. I never knew any of my grandparents they were all dead before I was born. I know that I missed out on somethng special which is why I spend so much time with my own grandchildren. ~~Anais Nin~~
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I love this post. I never knew any of my grandparents they were all dead before I was born. I know that I missed out on somethng special which is why I spend so much time with my own grandchildren. " I refuse to belong to any organization that would accept me as a member" Groucho Marx
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I think that would be a great thing to do. Immortalize the memory. I am laughing at the head bands. It sorta hung over here into the seventy's, but we would wear rolled up bandana's at the beach. LOL That gift would be something wonderful. The effort that went into something like that. And nothing beats a gift from the heart, homemade with a grandma's hands. " I refuse to belong to any organization that would accept me as a member" Groucho Marx
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I have a lot of memories of being in the kitchen, learning how to cook or helping to can veggies or make jelly. Lots of homemade goodies. Memories of learning to sew and to garden. Pagan  Hmmmm....I know I left that wand around here somewhere!
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I have a lot of memories of being in the kitchen, learning how to cook or helping to can veggies or make jelly. Lots of homemade goodies. Memories of learning to sew and to garden. Probably one reason I got into making soap many years later. " I refuse to belong to any organization that would accept me as a member" Groucho Marx
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I think merging memories of ages is a wonderful thing. I am struggling to put mine to pen and you have opened the door for me to meld some very early ones. I think your tale is marvelously crafted and one can immediately picture some of the events that shaped your later years. Kudos  (Virtual Symposium Group) use Virtual Symposium Group
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What wonderful memories. Thank you for sharing them here. I hope you've shared those stories with your younger generation (you may even want to write them down while you can ... at 96, you're not getting any younger) Opportunity may knock only once, but temptation bangs on the door forever!
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Thanks. It seems like a long time ago, since my grandparents died. They were good people. And they didn't live near long enough. " I refuse to belong to any organization that would accept me as a member" Groucho Marx
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I think merging memories of ages is a wonderful thing. I am struggling to put mine to pen and you have opened the door for me to meld some very early ones. I think your tale is marvelously crafted and one can immediately picture some of the events that shaped your later years. Kudos there are a lot of hidden messages in the post. Things that you wouldn't think would carry over into adult hood, but they do. Like seeing the big picture, or the small anomaly that most don't notice. " I refuse to belong to any organization that would accept me as a member" Groucho Marx
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What wonderful memories. Thank you for sharing them here. I hope you've shared those stories with your younger generation (you may even want to write them down while you can ... at 96, you're not getting any younger) It does seem like time keeps ticking by on me. Keep thinking that needs to stop. " I refuse to belong to any organization that would accept me as a member" Groucho Marx
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Some great childhood memories you had seems we share the joyous visits with our maternal grandparents as a child. Another great contribution to the Symposium and great read.. Seduce the mind and see what a wonderful adventure the body will take you on.. 
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Some great childhood memories you had seems we share the joyous visits with our maternal grandparents as a child. Another great contribution to the Symposium and great read.. " I refuse to belong to any organization that would accept me as a member" Groucho Marx
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Awww, that made me feel warm deep inside. I love my grandparents so much. They have passed but I have so many fun and wonderful memories. I miss those Friday nights on the couch watching Dallas! We are so lucky and blessed to have been loved💕
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Awww, that made me feel warm deep inside. I love my grandparents so much. They have passed but I have so many fun and wonderful memories. I miss those Friday nights on the couch watching Dallas! We are so lucky and blessed to have been loved💕 " I refuse to belong to any organization that would accept me as a member" Groucho Marx
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They didn't farm, as in mass farming. The raised livestock, chickens , pigs , rabbits, guinea hens, always had a live turkey for thanksgiving. The stuff they grew was for them to eat, share/trade with neighbors, and to feed the livestock. They were simple people , in a simple life. And some of the happiest people I ever met. " I refuse to belong to any organization that would accept me as a member" Groucho Marx
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