Friday, February 19, 2010

Remembering When...........

In recent weeks I have been going through old photos that my Mom had collected over the years. There were many photos of me from birth through about 18 years of age. Seeing these photos brought back a lot of memories that I felt were worthy of sharing.

I remember..........

going out to my Dad's shop building and watching him work on his old "Model T" and likely asking him a million questions while I was out there.

my Mom making us matching dresses for Easter and my thinking we were so pretty in them.

us going to the Dairy Queen to get a "cone with a curl on top."

vaguely when Mom brought home a baby boy about 3 years after I was born.

1 year old

sitting by the radio every afternoon at 4:00 to listen to the Uncle Remas Show. I would use my imagination to visualize the story that was being read.

us going to my paternal Grandparents house on Saturday evenings in time to watch The Lawrence Welk Show. I loved the Lennon Sisters and dreamed of being "one" when I grew up. ~big smile~

when we got our first TV. I was 8 years old and was so excited.

going to sleep almost every night to the singing of George Beverly Shea and Burl Ives. My Dad would always put record albums on to play at night when we went to bed.

3 years old

getting so excited when my maternal Grandmother would come to see us and we would get to go to the train station to pick her up.

loving spending the night with my paternal Grandparents and sleeping with my Grandmother.

taking a bad fall against a concrete step, hitting my head and having to have stitches and screaming as though I was going to die.

saturday evenings Mom would always wash my hair and roll it on rubber type rollers so that I would have perfect Shirley Temple curls for Sunday morning.

6 years old

loving my first grade teacher, Mrs. Wilma Morton.

realizing after I got my first pair of glasses that trees had leaves.

when my parents told me that my Dad had "surrendered to the ministry." I really did not fully understand what that meant, but I did know that he would be preaching at a church and we would be moving to a new place and I would changing schools. It sounded pretty exciting to me!

8 years old

going with my Dad to make visits at the Nursing Home and him telling me about the folks that were there.

our family traveling in less than desirable conditions from Arkansas to Virginia to see my Mom's family and my loving every minute of it. At one point the only way we could afford to make the trip was to camp out along the way. There were no interstate highways and travel was slow on two lane highways, especially when you had to stop early enough in the day to pitch the tent. Of course, there was no such thing as air conditioning in vehicles.

hating to practice the piano and my Mom telling me how much it meant to her for me to take lessons and learn to play.

Being so excited when I was 12 years old and Dad and Mom told my brother and I that Mom was going to have another baby.

babysitting for 50 cents an hour and coming home with $2.50 and feeling like I had all the money in the world.

doing our neighbors ironing for 25 cents a piece. Yes, that's right, 25 cents!!!

my Mom ironing my new baby brother's diapers. Yep, that's right!

Senior Picture

some of my most fun times were spent at church camp in the summer.

moving in the middle of my Junior year of high school to a new city and a new school. I already had my class ring, and we were not able to afford for me to get another class ring, so that was what I wore and I was so proud of it. Class rings were a "big deal" in 1970.

my brother (that is 3 years younger than me) playing the guitar and my singing with him. We sang for several banquets and gatherings during our high school years.

the first boy I ever kissed. We went behind the church after services one Sunday evening. Imagine what might have happened had I, the preacher's daughter, gotten caught. ~chuckle~

spending many a Saturday night at the local skating rink, skating my heart out and enjoying every minute of it.

I could go on and on with many memories, but these are some that crossed my mind as I began this post. If you are under 40 years old and reading this, then you likely (if you do not know me) think that I am at least 75 years old. I say that because of all the changes that have taken place since my first 18 years of age. I often wonder what kind of memories my children's generation will have. They will certainly be different memories, but I'm sure they will be just as special, but vastly different. And, then I can't help but think of the memories my Grandchildren will have one day. Oh, my, that's another subject altogether. ~smile~

Wishing for you many happy memories!

Lea @ CiCis Corner
Lea @ CiCis Corner

Hi there! My name is Lea. I've been wife to the best Hubby for 44 years....Mom to a son and daughter....CiCi to 4 precious Grans....lover of family and friends....enjoy laughter and a good time....shopper....picture taking maniac....maker of delicious fudge....organizational enthusiast....memory maker....Southern Belle...and most importantly.....a Child of the King! Welcome to my little corner!


  1. What fun! Thanks for sharing your pictures and your memories.

  2. I think that even if I tell something from my first 18 years of life to someone who didn't know me or didn't see me, they too would think I was a lot older than what I am. Compared to my husband who is the same age as me, I grew up in a little more stoneage kind of time than him. Your childhood actually seemed very much the same as mine and I grew up in the 80's.

  3. I really enjoyed reading this. It seems you've always been a beautiful lady! Thanks for sharing! Also, love the new blog background!

  4. Thanks for stopping by my blog - isn't it funny how quickly the laundry accumulates?!

    I enjoyed looking at your pictures and reading your memories. What a fun activity to do!

    Have a GREAT weekend!

  5. What wonderful memories - thanks for sharing your trip down memory lane and those sweet photos!

  6. How neat that you recorded your memories. I was thinking of your kids and how special this should be to them. Love the pictures! I wish I were as organized as you so I could do this stuff!

  7. HOw fun to take some time to reminisce! Thanks for sharing, it was fun seeing a little of your "growing up" years! :)

  8. What a sweet, sweet collection of memories, and photos. Thank you so much for sharing. You are so beautiful in your senior portrait! I am 26, so my childhood memories are so different. I loved reading yours though, and imagining how I might be in those same situations. What fun!

  9. I just love, love, love this post!! So many great memories! It really is amazing how different things are now. I was just thinking the other day that my children would be shocked if they knew I was alive before cell phones, personal computers and microwaves! (oh gosh, now I feel really old! lol!)

    The memory that really stood out to me though was the one about you discovering leaves when you got your glasses. My mother, who suffered with very poor vision all her life, once told me the exact same thing happened when she got her first pair of glasses as a child. At the time (I was a teen) I thought it seemed absurd that she would not have known the trees had leaves. I had forgotten that she told me that until just now. How amazing that must have been!

    Beautiful pictures and a beautiful post. Thank you for sharing!

  10. What a BEAUTIFUL senior picture!! This was a fun post to read.

  11. You were so adorable in those pictures. I'm glad you were able to get them. My mom would walk down memory lane every year on my birthday and it helped me remember so much more about my childhood.

    Thanks for sharing!

  12. Thank you so much for sharing this little glimpse of you! Did you grow up in Arkansas?

  13. What great memories!! Although,I have to say, I can't really imagine you sneaking out behind the church for a kiss! :) Fun to know!!!

  14. Great post! Enjoyed my visit to your blog!


  15. I love this. Thanks for sharing. I love hearing about people's memories. I'm sure it was simpler times. I wonder what my kids or grandkids will think of our times.

    ...behind the church...hehe


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