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Subject: Re: Remembrances Author: michael [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 15:43:33 10/21/05 Fri In reply to: Katymary8ball 's message, "Remembrances" on 12:29:36 10/16/05 Sun Here I am tryin' to live in the moment and you want me to dredge up past memories from decades ago. Here's a few that just came to mind: Riding the ponies bareback because we didn't have enough saddles to go around, and Queenie getting under the ceders and trying to scrape me off her back. Boxing with Phil and Joe in the yard and getting mad because Phil's arms were too long and I didn't know how to get inside and Joe kept stepping on my toes. Swiping whatever knives we could get our hands on to practice throwing them and breaking the plastic handled steak knives (sorry Mom). Lighting fire-crackers with filterless lucky strikes when we ran out of punks. Making big firecrackers out of little ones. Phil making a little boat with a pop bottle rocket motor and blowing a hole in the side of the plastic wading pool with it. Shooting frogs with .22s at the big pond and then refusing to eat the legs (I didn't get an argument as that left more for the others). Learning to ride motorcycle on a yamaha 100 twin with Dad on the back and finding how much easier it was to steer when he slid off the back. Adjusting the antenna in the attic to get better reception. Building forts out of wheat straw after the harvest. Watching the dogs chase something in the wheat field with the beagles running under the wheat and Alex trying to jump over it. Keeping the house closed in the morning until it was hotter inside than out and then opening them to let the breeze in. Those big fans Dad got from somewhere, with wet towels laid over the back to cool the wind they created. Watching sesame street on tv between sessions of freezing our butts off playing in snow drifts after a blizzard closed the schools. Loading up the station wagon with innertubes, Dad with a second coors (because the boys drank all of the first one), going to the creed to swim. 400 cats. Hunting wasps with the pellet pistol. Goats climbing on the cars. Big stacks of greenbar paper that Dad brought home to debug fortran programs. Playing hangman on Dad's programmable HP calculator. Howzat? [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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[> [> Subject: Re: Remembrances Author: Beth [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 04:58:05 10/23/05 Sun Mike and I running from the barn to different cars to get to the house because it was raining so hard, and finally getting there to find that mom had just taken chocolate chip cookies out of the oven. Jody going out in a storm to pull brand new beagle puppies out from under one of the sheds so they wouldn't drown. Katy and Jody dressing me up in all that chiffon and taking pictures (I never saw those). All of us laying on mom and dad's bed, listening to George Carlin, Bill Cosby, Jesus Christ Superstar . . . also listening to The New Christy Minstrels, Aerosmith, Cat Stevens, Uriah Heep, Marty Robbins, Roger Miller . . . etc. Turtle races. John's mangled ankle. Joe always laughing at dinner and mom sending him away from the table (while she laughed too), until he stopped spewing potatoes. Going to Dad's office and being fascinated by everything, just because it was Dad's. Getting to play with the big plotter thingy and that spaceship game on the computer, where you had to figure your fuel and stuff or crash and die. Girls whistling at the boys in their tuxes when we stopped to get gas on the way to John's wedding. John's (and later Phil's) awesome attic room. Taking turns playing with the airbrush gun thing that Dad brought home, even though it was freezing out there in that shed. Walking "around the mile", Mom, Katy and Jody singing "Kumbyah", and "Swing Low, Sweet Chariot", among other things. Mike and Joe playing truth or dare, which involved running across the pasture naked, apparently. Mike and Joe fighting in the living room, knocking chairs over and making me promise not to tell. Phil's icingless birthday cakes. Dad's dead spider impersonations. Mom's high pitched tickle-tortured shriek. Beagle puppies and kittens, everywhere, all the time. And those damn goats. And goat's milk . . . ewww. I could go on and on, but it's incredibly late (or early). So, next please . . . [ Post a Reply to This Message ]

[> [> [> Subject: Re: Remembrances Author: Joe [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 10:32:19 10/23/05 Sun I can't believe no one has mentioned playing over at Jerry's old house across the road. sliding down the tin roof and learning not to let your butt rest on the tin on the way down or the nails would tear your pants, something the cousins learned the hard way! playing around and in the ponds, ours and Jerry's, rolling or sliding down the damn by Jerry's pond and having to watch out for those nasty yellow sticker plants at the bottom. crawdad hunting and tadpole safaries. making magic potions using bug parts and cesspool substance. keeping the managerie on the front porch including snakes lizards and turtles. the rock quarries, hunting collared lizards there, laying on "The Rock" climbing all the trees and swinging on the rope,,, falling off the rope a lot. making forts in the hay grazer in the back garden and with straw after ray harvested the wheat playing in the wheat trucks and chewing raw wheat YUCK! getting up on winter mornings and standing on my bed with a dozen blankets over my head and shoulders playing with the frost on the inside of the window, then running to stand in front of one of the space heaters or the wood stove. making peanut butter and jelly sandwitches and carrying water in bottles down to the trees,, or to the corner and the trees south of their, the water was always hot by the time we drank it, and the jelly soaking through the bread on the sandwitches. the boys hole! making clay balls and having battles. standing on the rim and dodging while everyone took turns throwing at me. clod fights in the fields after ray plowed. Dads micky mouse boots. Dad helping jody and I make little electroning thingies that squeaked different tones in the earplug when you hooked it up different Dad teaching me the definition of a parabolic curve and helping me make a "BIG EAR" for a science project. we never finished it but we did get it to work. learning to target shoot. playing flies and grounders in the big yard hide and seek playing frizbee playing under the light and how the trees looked like spider webs behind the light in the winter. going out on the days when in rained all day long and playing in the ditches and mudsinker places in the fields. going to town on saturdays, trashing in the alley ways and going to hobby shop and ben franklins five and dime. taking dad his lunch and picking up the check through that window at ground level. the lock shop. all the bicycles gardening, picking green beans and asparagus. pancake eating contests which phil always won. oatmeal and hot chocolate on cold weekend mornings icycles everywhere The longer I do this the more I think of,, could probly go on for a while but I'll stop here for now. [ Post a Reply to This Message ]