Friday, January 23, 2009

Random childhood memories

*Once when I was younger my sister and I had my 4 boy cousins over visiting. It was the usual visit, the adults in the kitchen and all the kids were down stairs. Being that they were at our house, a house with two little girls, there were no GI joes to be played with. The closest thing to a hotwheels was our Barbie bus. So there we played for hours. 2 girls, 4 boys and tons of naked barbies. We actually have photos of it and it is such a sweet reminder of how much I loved my cousins growing up.


*My father, whom I plan to talk about more to help me "get over issues", was a sign painter. Something like a third generation, old school sign painter. Way before machines made decals to press on. I grew up smelling paint, cleaning his brushes and smelling of paint thinner. Now every time I see a man with multi colored paint splashes on his boots, I think of my father. I can actually smell the paint thinner just thinking of it.


*The only parental saying I can remember my mother say was "I'm not made of money, D. Marie" or "your dad will pay us when pig fly". I'm sure there were many more, I just obviously wasn't listening. What will JC remember from me? Everyday I tell him, " you have the power to make your day the best one ever, just try."


*My aunt who has since passed belonged to this local Woman's Club back in the 80's. One year during a conference she gave a speech about women in the workforce 2000. She wrote the speech revolving around me. I had a photo taken for it so she could present me at my age then and went on to speak about how I was the future. I remember sitting and listening thinking that the year 2000 would never come. At the age of 10 or so I could not fathom the idea of being part of a important workforce of women. I wish she was here to see me now.


* My Grandmother was a short feisty Italian woman who would give you a piece of her mind even when you weren't asking for it. She used to tell me how much she loved my eyebrows and how natural and beautiful they were. Then she'd look at my hips, smack 'em and tell me to watch it. I wish she was still here too. Grandma, my new name is crooked eyebrow and my hips are huge.

7 comments:

Christy M. said...

I love this post. SO MUCH. The point you made about what our children will remember us saying everyday really hit home!!

And I think I would be in love with your Italian grandmother! She sounds so saucy :)

Mommy Mo said...

I love this post too. I think I just might have to borrow this idea, and soon.

Jen L. said...

Great post! Ah, naked barbies. My cousin and I joked the other day that, in honor of our childhood, we should have a band named 12 Naked Barbies.

Erin said...

I am in love with every bit of this post! Especially your Italian grandma. Did she cook a lot? What I really want to know is if she made homemade cannoli (canolli? Idk, I just know it tastes good), because if so, I want an Italian grandma.

imadramamama said...

This is a great post. It's the little stuff that makes the best memories.

*Lissa* said...

Love this!! I love what you say to your little man!

Ann(ie) said...

My grandma and your grandma sound a lot alike!!! I miss her tons, though!!