What a great thread! When I first saw it and read through it, I thought that I wouldn't have anything to share because my childhood was pretty bad. I ended up blocking out most of it and still don't remember much - which is okay by me - I have enough to deal with right now as it is. But I've been thinking about this for a couple of days and I actually came up with a couple of things. So here goes:
1. During the summers, before I was old enough to work and on the days I wasn't babysitting some local kids, a bunch of us kids from town (I lived in a really tiny town - everyone knew everyone) would get on our bikes and go down to this little pond and swim for hours. It rarely ran dry, because it was run-off or something from the saw mill that was right above it. We had so much fun - laughing, dunking each other, the boys trying to get the girls tops undone (naughty boys - LOL), etc. When we got hungry we'd all grab our bikes and go to someone's house (didn't matter whose - we kind of took turns) and have some lunch and snacks. We had such a blast! Oh, how I miss that pond and the fun we had.
2. Every Sunday we would go to my grandparents (my dad's parents) house to visit for a few hours. My grandmother ALWAYS made sure she had ice cream or sherbert for my sister and I. It was a nice treat for us. My grandfather was just the light of my life - my parents have told me many times that I was my grampa's favorite. He was paralyzed from the waist down because of an accident many years ago. But that didn't stop him any - he worked for the small town they lived in right up until he retired sometime in the '70's. He had his dump trucks all rigged with hand controls and he maintained all the roads in town all year round.
My dad has told me a story of just how brave and stubborn my grampa was. During one winter there was a blizzard and of course he was plowing the roads; it was snowing faster than they could keep up with, but they did their best. Well, during this storm grampa's plow became stuck in a snow bank and instead of getting on the two-way radio and calling for help, he got out of the truck and crawled over to the plow, unhooked the plow, then went back to the truck, backed it up a little bit, went back out to the plow and was somehow able to get it unstuck (not sure how) and hooked back up again. He did all of this with no gloves on - he refused to wear them, saying he just couldn't work with them on.
I remember him being on crutches and having braces on his legs for years, he eventually gave in and started using a wheelchair sometime in the '80's. But while he was still using the crutches he would pick on my grammie's cat - old Tiger - he was a fat cat and had a mean streak in him (but he was funny as h**l). Tiger would be laying on the living room floor and grampa would take the crutch and poke him until he got aggravated with it - not hard, but enough to bug him. Then Tiger would scratch and bite at the crutch like he was trying to kill it. We would all sit around watching this and laughing like crazy. Grampa was a wonderful man and my grammie was wonderful woman too. They have both passed on now - just within the last 4 years and I have to say that I miss then both very much. But I will unashamedly say that I miss my grampa the most and there isn't a day that goes by that I don't think of him.
I'll stop for now because I could on with more stories about my dad's family as they were all wonderful.
Lyn, thanks for reminding me that I do indeed have some good childhood memories.
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