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Saturday, November 17, 2007

Tell about your memories . . .

The memories of my family outings are still a source of strength to me. I remember we'd all pile into the car - I forget what kind it was - and drive and drive. I'm not sure where we'd go, but I think there were some trees there. The smell of something was strong in the air as we played whatever sport we played. I remember a bigger, older guy we called "Dad." We'd eat some stuff, or not, and then I think we went home. I guess some things never leave you.

–Jack Handey

8 comments:

Vera Carp said...

Why, sometimes I think if it weren't for Jack Handey, we'd have no deep thoughts at all! But then I remember chocolate pudding and Cloris Leachman, and I feel better.

mss said...

Its funny, I have that exact same memory. Except in mine that "bigger, older guy" we called uncle steve, then there was uncle harold, uncle chris, uncle mike, we had a lot of uncles back then.

someguy said...

..."the smell of something was strong in the air".... ahh... i can almost still smell it... whatever it was.

Vera Carp said...

Mr. Someguy, perhaps it was the paper mill down by the river! That's where my grandfather would take us and then always get lost! He'd get so excited when me and my brother would wander into the house, sometimes days later. How did you find your way back?, he'd say, his eyes wide with amazement.
Then he'd laugh real loud, and slap his knee, as grampas often do. And a week later, it would start all over again. It was fun, but it wore me out!

someguy said...

Vera! This is nuts!
I just recently bought one of those Tree Car Fresheners for my..... car and the 'scent of the month'?
.... 'The Old Paper Mill Down by the River'!!!
Coincidence? I think not!
Stop making sense will you? As if!

Vera Carp said...

May I make a suggestion?
Replacing those rear-view mirror fresheners can become expensive. Here's what my Granda Dot would do when she wanted us to share an inexpensive holiday aroma.
She would get one of those small paper grocery sacks, you know, the ones that would hold pieces of old fashioned penny candy, or a Colt 45 Malt Liquor. Then, she'd place an apple, or orange, or even a piece of meat in the bag, and hide it somewhere in the car. Soon, the fragrance of the season would envelope the entire automobile! She'd do this in June, and by December, we'd have had months of fun trying to find the old bag! That, my friend, is memory better than any Christmas gift.

Anonymous said...

Ahhhh... Colt 45.... always a hit with the bridge club I imagine.

Vera Carp said...

It's something about the malt, Mr. Anonymous.