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Wholesome Memories from Childhood
Posted on 7/13/24 at 2:30 pm
Posted on 7/13/24 at 2:30 pm
Every now and again I remember something from my childhood, smile and say to myself, "Damn, that was nice."
It happened today.
And I literally pulled up short in the grocery store and smiled.
I was wondering if anyone wanted to share a similar memory.
When I was a kid in the late 80s and 90s, we had the same after church lunch every Sunday. It was sandwiches. We'd stop off at the grocery store after church and Mom would buy 6 or 7 kinds of meat from the deli (roast beef, ham, salami, corned beef, turkey, etc.), every topping imaginable and by damn onion rolls (those were special and only for Sundays).
I'd swap into my play clothes, call my friends, and we would make our big arse Jughead sandwiches and run out in the yard to play before coming back to devour that entire spread before sunset.
It's funny what you remember from being a kid. We went on trips and big vacations as I was growing up, but memories like "Sandwich Sundays" are the ones that make me smile, and those memories were probably created because Mom was too damn tired to cook.
Funny how that works out.

It happened today.
And I literally pulled up short in the grocery store and smiled.
I was wondering if anyone wanted to share a similar memory.
When I was a kid in the late 80s and 90s, we had the same after church lunch every Sunday. It was sandwiches. We'd stop off at the grocery store after church and Mom would buy 6 or 7 kinds of meat from the deli (roast beef, ham, salami, corned beef, turkey, etc.), every topping imaginable and by damn onion rolls (those were special and only for Sundays).
I'd swap into my play clothes, call my friends, and we would make our big arse Jughead sandwiches and run out in the yard to play before coming back to devour that entire spread before sunset.
It's funny what you remember from being a kid. We went on trips and big vacations as I was growing up, but memories like "Sandwich Sundays" are the ones that make me smile, and those memories were probably created because Mom was too damn tired to cook.
Funny how that works out.
Posted on 7/13/24 at 2:42 pm to PurpleandGold Motown
Too many to list. Unfortunately, those days aren’t ever coming back.
Posted on 7/13/24 at 2:45 pm to PurpleandGold Motown
What’s with all the recent reminiscing threads about the past?
Posted on 7/13/24 at 2:46 pm to High C
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Too many to list. Unfortunately, those days aren’t ever coming back.
Of course not. We're too old. Doesn't mean kids aren't making their own today. And it's not likely the ones you think you are helping them make.
This post was edited on 7/13/24 at 2:49 pm
Posted on 7/13/24 at 2:47 pm to PurpleandGold Motown
The typical summer day: Riding bikes on the trails of John Slidell Park all day, getting a snowball from clowns, and racing my dad (or the mosquito truck) down our street to end the day
Posted on 7/13/24 at 2:50 pm to PurpleandGold Motown
My Grandmother used to look at her freckled arms in summer and say she looked like a speckled egg.
I sort of had a picture from that what a speckled egg looked like but I never saw one.
Until our next door neighbor started keeping brown hens, and he shared the eggs with us.
The first time I washed a brown egg with darker specks, I knew what my Grandmother was thinking.
Yesterday's egg gift had five speckled eggs, and every one gave me a memory smile.
I sort of had a picture from that what a speckled egg looked like but I never saw one.
Until our next door neighbor started keeping brown hens, and he shared the eggs with us.
The first time I washed a brown egg with darker specks, I knew what my Grandmother was thinking.
Yesterday's egg gift had five speckled eggs, and every one gave me a memory smile.
Posted on 7/13/24 at 2:51 pm to PurpleandGold Motown
Watching 3 Ninjas with my kids this afternoon.
Life was great in the 90s
Life was great in the 90s
Posted on 7/13/24 at 2:53 pm to PurpleandGold Motown
My friend down the street was a Cajun. His family held a yearly pig roast. My friend and I would walk around the neighborhood handing out invitations. People were often confused; This was a very Acadiana thing to do, and Zachary isn't Acadiana. So there would be this big party that would go on for the entire weekend. Random people should show up and make new friends. We kids were allowed to stay up as late as we wanted. An image that sticks out in my mind is the silhouette of the dads sitting around the glowing embers above the buried pig.
Posted on 7/13/24 at 2:55 pm to PurpleandGold Motown
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Of course not. We're too old. Doesn't mean kids aren't making their own today. And it's not likely the ones you think you are helping them make.
Exactly. In forty years they’ll be posting their fond memories on whatever media is available then and longing for our present to return. It won’t for them, either.
Posted on 7/13/24 at 2:55 pm to PurpleandGold Motown
I had a routine for about 4 years of junior high and early high school of getting off the bus and changing clothes grabbing my tackle box and pulling the battery off the charger jumping on my homemade two man pontoon boat by myself and fishing until dark. I had callouses on my thumb from lipping bass.
I haven’t fished more than a dozen times in 25 years but I sure do miss the solitude of those evenings.
I haven’t fished more than a dozen times in 25 years but I sure do miss the solitude of those evenings.
Posted on 7/13/24 at 2:56 pm to PurpleandGold Motown
My back yard connected to what is now the LSU arboretum. It was donated to LSU by Mr. Emory Smith. I used to go to his house and have cookies with him. I was around 6 or 7 years old and he was probably around 80. Very nice man.
Posted on 7/13/24 at 2:57 pm to PurpleandGold Motown
When I was 16, I got the chance to go to Wyoming with a youth group. Usually if you backpack in the Tetons, you could only day pack. Meaning no over night stays. We had a permit to stay a week and got to see a lot of the area most don't see.
It was awesome being able to go somewhere that wasn't polluted with garbage. One night I had to take a wizz and ten feet from me was a deer. He didn't take off and just kept eating. No hunting allowed there so they aren't skittish.
Being that high in altitude is wild. You could see a ton of satilites and the stars we magnificent. Also you don't need a flyswatter. Just as slow as you want, just bring your hand down and they can't move that fast.
On one trek we crossed paths with a moose. Those things are huge and mean. We had to get on a boulder to wait it out. I could go on but too long already. Great place to go for a family vacation.
It was awesome being able to go somewhere that wasn't polluted with garbage. One night I had to take a wizz and ten feet from me was a deer. He didn't take off and just kept eating. No hunting allowed there so they aren't skittish.
Being that high in altitude is wild. You could see a ton of satilites and the stars we magnificent. Also you don't need a flyswatter. Just as slow as you want, just bring your hand down and they can't move that fast.
On one trek we crossed paths with a moose. Those things are huge and mean. We had to get on a boulder to wait it out. I could go on but too long already. Great place to go for a family vacation.
Posted on 7/13/24 at 2:58 pm to PurpleandGold Motown
Going to McDonalds was a somewhat rare treat.
Posted on 7/13/24 at 3:02 pm to thumperpait
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On one trek we crossed paths with a moose. Those things are huge and mean
About 10 years ago I bought a book called "Guts" by Gary Paulsen (author of Hatchet and other great books). It's basically a 150 page book fair autobiography. But one line stood out to me in the whole thing, "All wild animals are dangerous, but only the moose is insane."
Posted on 7/13/24 at 3:03 pm to PurpleandGold Motown
I miss certain breakfasts my mom would make
Rice pudding, cinnamon rolls, muffins
Rice pudding, cinnamon rolls, muffins
Posted on 7/13/24 at 3:07 pm to PurpleandGold Motown
I was an Air Force brat and we lived on Cape Cod until I was about 6. Several of us kids would roam the neighborhood unsupervised - except for all the moms watching out their windows. We'd go up into the hills behind base housing and pick blueberries. The hills up there had a great view of the surrounding area. Then our mom's would make pies with the blueberries. I still love blueberries from the grocery store but there's nothing like the smell of being surrounded by wild blueberry bushes.
Posted on 7/13/24 at 3:07 pm to PurpleandGold Motown
My best childhood memories were swimming all day with my cousins at my aunt's camp on a very large lake. Grown ups BBQ'd and we would sleep in the screened in porch listing to the crickets and watching the lightening bugs.
Posted on 7/13/24 at 3:08 pm to Stexas
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I had a routine for about 4 years of junior high and early high school of getting off the bus and changing clothes grabbing my tackle box and pulling the battery off the charger jumping on my homemade two man pontoon boat by myself and fishing until dark. I had callouses on my thumb from lipping bass.
My son is making those memories now.
Every day after football practice, he’s out the door with his rods and reels and off to a few ponds. His friends go with sometimes, but a lot of the time he goes by himself.
I’ve noticed the more he fishes, the more kinder and respectful he is at home.
He’s not a bad kid by any stretch- but he’s just different when he fishes on the regular. Almost like it settles his young little soul if that makes any sense.
Posted on 7/13/24 at 3:09 pm to little billy
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My back yard connected to what is now the LSU arboretum. It was donated to LSU by Mr. Emory Smith. I used to go to his house and have cookies with him. I was around 6 or 7 years old and he was probably around 80. Very nice man.
I got to meet and befriend EB Sledge when I was 18 (wrote With the Old Breed that was later turned into The Pacific HBO series). He was just a nice old man that (like my Dad and grandfathers) liked cornbread and buttermilk. We talked about everything but what made him famous. . Nice guy. They should make a movie about his post war life.
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When he enrolled at Auburn University, the clerk at the Registrar's office asked him if the Marine Corps had taught him anything useful. Sledge replied:
Lady, there was a killing war. The Marine Corps taught me how to kill Japs and try to survive. Now, if that don't fit into any academic course, I'm sorry. But some of us had to do the killing—and most of my buddies got killed or wounded
Posted on 7/13/24 at 3:10 pm to Paul Allen
quote:impending death
What’s with all the recent reminiscing threads about the past?
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