Sunday, February 11, 2018

Reminiscing and the Winter Olympics

Are you watching the Winter Olympics? We watched for a while last night.  The ice skating competitions are, and always have been, my very favorite.  I can remember when I was a child "ice skating" around our house in my sock feet, looking ever so graceful and balletic. ⛸️  😎  Go ahead and laugh, but you know you did the same thing.  😜
I love to watch these two skate, and I think Tessa Virtue is gorgeous.  They're probably on track to win another gold medal this year.
I went to my parents' on Friday, and had a good visit.  My dad is doing better physically than he was a few months ago, but I don't know if he'll ever be resigned to being an amputee.  I would have a hard time with that, too.  For the second Friday in a row, my mom and I looked through albums of old photos while my dad was resting.  I loved seeing pictures of the little house we lived in until I was ten years old and my sister was seven.
I think I was about seven or eight years old in this picture, and this was my maternal grandfather (we're standing in front of his and my grandmother's house).  For the first ten years or so of my life, my maternal grandparents lived right across the street from us, and it was wonderful.  I think my sister and I were probably over there every day, or at least it seems that way in my memories.  Their front porch had one of those vintage metal gliders, and my grandfather and I used to sit out there in the summer and eat Planter's Dry Roasted peanuts together.  :)  I remember this because my grandfather had a heart attack when he was 44, and he loved salty snacks (just like me).  The doctor said that dry roasted peanuts were a healthier alternative for him, and I learned to like them, too.
When I was around ten years old, my grandparents moved to a new house across town, and my best friend next door moved away, too.  I can still remember how bereft I felt; the neighborhood definitely didn't feel the same after they left.  Soon however, we moved to our new house, too, and thus ended  that chapter of my life.  I'll always remember those fun times, though.  We lived on a small street, with small houses and everyone seemed to know everyone else.  With us kids, there was lots of bicycle riding, roller skating, playing tag and hide 'n seek, building playhouses with blankets, and climbing trees.  Yes, those were fun times.
Sadly, my grandfather died when I was twelve, and he was only 51 years old.  He had a second, major heart attack, and he never regained consciousness.  It was a big loss to our whole family because he was a wonderful person.  I love to hear my mom's stories about growing up in that neighborhood, and her life with my grandparents and my uncle and their cousins, who lived in Virginia.
We came across this picture of my mom and I two weeks ago.  Don't we look like sisters?  I just couldn't get over how young we both looked.  I found a date on the back, and I was 23 years old in this picture.  This was taken just two years before I met my DH, Mr. Forest Manor.  Oh, how the years have flown by.
Do you like to reminisce?  What are your favorite childhood memories?
I hope you have a good day and enjoy the rest of your weekend!


  1. My cousin was here this week so there was lots of reminiscing. Every time I go through family photos the memories get stirred and are pleasant to think on. You and your mom sure do look like sisters!

  2. Denise, I don't have a blog but do like to read others'. I too had both sets of grandparents living, both sets across the street from us in a small close knit little
    neighborhood. This was in the 50's and 60's where all the moms knew who you were.
    I loved going to my grandparents' homes, just knowing they were nearby and I could have my favorite little candies and Town House crackers. They've all been gone for many years, but those wonderful memories of love continue to warm my heart. Bless you. You and your
    mom are so pretty.

  3. Wonderful photos of years gone by. That really is young for your grandfather to die. How nice that you have good memories of him and that you lived so close to each other. We always had to drive a ways to see my grandparents. Your mom and you really do look like you could be sisters in that photo. Hope you have a good week.

  4. There is nothing like sharing memories with all their laughter and tears. Did it just the Other Day! Wishing you well!

  5. I go on those trips down memory lane frequently. I spent several days reorganizing a storage closet that all of my aunt's genealogy that I rebooxed in plastic tubs, going through the photographs along the way. I had other boxes that I went thought and found all the things that I had saved from my daughters' school days. what a trip. Lots of smiles and laughs. Great post, Denise.

  6. Sounds like a sweet time remembering. Your mother lost her dad far too soon. Ongoing prayers for your dad. (I’m finding my memories of former Olympics much sweeter than watching and listening to this year’s.)

  7. Love this post. It made me cry. Those are wonderful memories. Our old photographs are priceless. Love you, Mom



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