This is Week 41 of our 52 weeks of Sharing Memories - A Genealogy Journey Journal. Your memories are your legacy to your children and grandchildren. Don't let them be lost over time. Share them either here with us as a comment on this blog, on your own blog, or privately in a journal.
I've been trying to recall what hobbies and interests my parents had. My dad died when I was young but I remember he loved to fish and to hunt (although he never got anything!). He loved bowling and won many trophies which I wish I had as mementoes.
My mom was in the bowling league with him, although i suspect she only joined because he wanted to. I do remember one Christmas they both won first prizes for their leagues - turkeys! So we had two Christmas turkeys that year.
Dad was a member of the Lions' Club and I think the Rotary Club, while Mother spent her spare time on the Library Board.
Dad was a smoker with many different pipes that he kept in a small smoking table. I have that table now although the pipes are gone. I only recall him smoking cigarettes and one of my great joys as a small child was helping him roll his own. He had a special cutter into which he inserted the paper, then the tobacco (Players) and then CHOP and then each one got rolled. Sometimes he would let me help him roll them. I know - so inappropriate now, but great fun then!
My mother was an avid reader, she was rarely without a book in her hands. We didn't have much money and didn't have a television or radio or record player but we had books. Books for adults, there were no children's books in our home. As a child I was allowed to read anything I wanted. There was no censorship, no restrictions of any kind. I often didn't understand what I was reading as I read adult books from the time I was in Grade 2. The author I recall most vividly was Frank Yerby who wrote historical novels. I loved them as a child - full of exciting adventures set in the past. Maybe that's where I got my love of history and genealogy!
I think mother belonged to a book of the month club so there was always something new in the house. And if there was nothing handy to read, i read cereal boxes while I ate.
Mother, her sister Lily and their mother, my grandmother, knitted constantly. Their needles would clack and clang as they sat and talked or read or (in later years) watched TV. I could never figure out how they could to it all at the same time. I never learned to knit or crochet but mother and her family excelled at it.
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