2007-12-31 05:52:13 · 23 answers · asked by Anonymous in Society & Culture ➔ Cultures & Groups ➔ Senior Citizens
We lived in SoCal and my father loved to drive, so often on a Friday night he and my mom would load us 5 kids into the station wagon after we were asleep and we would wake up in the morning in Yosemite or the Sequoias or even San Francisco. We would spend the day and then drive home. Great times!! Gas was cheap and we took lots of trips as a family.
2007-12-31 05:56:01 · answer #1 · answered by Anonymous · 7⤊ 1⤋
there are such a great type of the main significant contain my dad. At night whilst each and every person else had long gone to mattress i might pass lower back downstairs and tell him I forgot I had a homework project and the issue replaced into to place in writing an biography on your dads life. i'm getting teary eyed now thinking lower back as I watched him communicate approximately starting to be up and the stuff he went with the aid of as a youthful baby/youthful grownup bobbing up in his day. we'd communicate only approximately the completed night only me and him. I by no potential felt closer to him than in those moments. He by no potential caught on(i might have those so spoke of as assignments generally). He kicked the bucket 13 years in the past, I carry those suggestions on the brink of my heart, Im so happy we shared that. i don't think of he ever knew how plenty it meant. day after today could have been his 73rd birthday chuffed Birthday Dad
2016-11-27 00:46:36 · answer #2 · answered by Anonymous · 0⤊ 0⤋
The sweet aroma of rain in the air after the seven year drought broke in 1957, and every time I've smelled it since.
2007-12-31 11:33:36 · answer #3 · answered by Jack P 7 · 2⤊ 0⤋
Riding the horses to bring the cows up to the barn . We felt like cowboys and it was fun.
2007-12-31 07:52:17 · answer #4 · answered by Aloha_Ann 7 · 3⤊ 0⤋
The rope swing.
My father and uncle used an extension ladder to throw the rope over such a high limb with such sturdy rope that its arc took forever at maximum, enabling view over the house to the trees on the other side. The tree was probably 150 years old, and the house big, into its second generation when I was a child. The feeling was eternal freedom.
2007-12-31 07:45:34 · answer #5 · answered by Dinah 7 · 2⤊ 0⤋
We lived in the country on a farm and had everything that a farm has...cows, horses, sheep, hogs, chickens, and cats. I have such fond memories of riding my horse Dusty, all over the place, up this road and down that one, to a little store a few miles away.
Ahhh the freedom and joy. Also making little "rooms" in the hayfields when it was tall before Grandpa and the field
' hands' put it up in the fall, sitting on the porch swing with Grandpa while he told me stories about how he used to be a milkman with horses pulling the milkwagon, laughing with Grandma and hanging out the laundry with her in the yard,
freezing my little butt off upstairs after getting out of bed in the mornings in the cold Indiana winters and going downstairs where they had the coal stoves roaring and the heat upon my little face and feet, listening to radio shows at night with them as Grandpa peeled apples for us and he would be able to peel the whole apple with one long stip of apple skin as we all laughed. Grandpa, at 78 big and farmer-strong, carrying me on his shoulders to the doctor or wherever when I was 10, had Rhumatic-Fever and couldn't walk. There are so, so many more. I was raised by Grandparents from one Mo. old.
Edit: I know what you mean Dee Jay, I have a few of the tears remembering as well. I am my Grandma in so many ways.
What wonderful parents they were for me.
2007-12-31 06:42:15 · answer #6 · answered by Eve 5 · 5⤊ 0⤋
Just playing and being a kid. Riding my bike. Roller skating. I wanted to skate in the Roller Derby. My grandma's vanilla custard pudding. A lot of fond memories. Watching American Bandstand with my mom eating Graham Crackers and drinking Iced tea.
2007-12-31 06:16:51 · answer #7 · answered by sniggle 5 · 4⤊ 0⤋
Sitting in the hay loft of our barn in the country and listening to rain fall on the roof and enjoying the scent of hay and fresh rain (of course there was the occassional whiff of a cow every now & then!).
2007-12-31 06:10:03 · answer #8 · answered by Gladys 6 · 6⤊ 0⤋
Road trips. Just like Princess Debi, we would all be asleep in the back of the car and wake up when we got home
I grew up in Chicago and had some friends who had a cabin on the lake (Paw-Paw) in Michigan. We would go over there and spend the weekend. It was my first introduction to the "Outhouse" before they got indoor plumbing.
Weird but a fond memory. .
We had a 1950 ish Nash Rambler (Black and red). The front seat folded down into a bed and we went cross-country to California and back on Route 66. We would pull off the road and sleep in that car.
2007-12-31 06:08:47 · answer #9 · answered by Dan Bueno 4 · 4⤊ 0⤋
Riding my Schwinn Bike, it was my freedom.
2007-12-31 05:56:15 · answer #10 · answered by drg5609 6 · 4⤊ 1⤋
The question of the day... bike or skate??
2007-12-31 05:54:42 · answer #11 · answered by pea_nut_26 6 · 3⤊ 2⤋