BiMonthly blog challenge accepted with an occasional jaunt to the Banana Bar Challenge. |
I know my childhood had wonderful flights of fantasy and adventure. It also had trauma and cringe-worthy events. Sometimes a memory will pop to the surface and I feel touched by the love or the thrill of a childhood moment but on cue, it is hard to pull one up. I mostly remember the lessons, those Ah-ha moments, when my brain clicked into another gear. As for nostalgia: I remember the anticipation on Christmas Eve seeing all of the presents tumbling from Nonnie and Boppa's (maternal grandparents) fireplace. I remember the fun of "stink bomb" (clumps of dirt at the end of tall grass) wars with all of the neighborhood kids in the open field next door. I remember the romance of Mom and Dad spooning on the couch to watch our new TV. I remember the joy when seeing Bonnie (my best friend when I was 5) for the first time after we had moved away from the old neighborhood. I remember the love of sitting next to Mom (my paternal grandmother) while she told us kids her stories. She was the greatest storyteller ever. I remember the touch of love from Auntie Helen when she gave me her blue dime store ring that she always wore, just before her wedding to my Uncle Jimmy. (My mother's sister married my father's brother when I was 9 years old.) just a dime store ring she slipped it from her finger and put it on mine ~~jvg |