September 25, 2011

Sharing Memories (Week 39): Special Moments

It's Week 39 of our Sharing Memories - A Genealogy Journey Please join us each Sunday as we share our memories of childhood. Your descendants will be thankful that you did! Share a memory here as a comment, or on your own blog, or in a private journal, but please write!

I've been thinking a lot about times I spent with my dad. He died a month after my 14th birthday so I didn't have very much time with him. But I do remember some of the special times we spent together.

Dad used to take me fishing. I loved going as it meant it was just the two of us sitting by the river, not talking. He fished, I read my book. When I got older he encouraged me to fish with him - he baited my hook with the worm thank goodness! Then he bought me my own fishing rod, a little one that compacted into a nice cloth carrying case. How I wish I still had that rod!

When we'd get home, I would help clean the fish. For some odd reason I really enjoyed that.

I remember his wicker fish basket that he put his fresh caught fish in. Funny how some memories capture a tiny sliver of time as if frozen for eternity. Don't you wish you could make some days last forever?

What are your special moments from childhood?


Janice said...

I have so many memories growing up. We were raised by our Mother's parents as she had seperated from our father and had to work so Granny & Granddaddy was the one who spent most of the time with us.

We lived in the country and going to town once in awhile with grownups was such a treat. But the best part of being a kid with Granny for me was her teaching me how to cut out paper dolls from a Sears catalog. I thought that was the neatest thing. I was not limited to what came with the store bought sets. I could have as many outfits as I wanted to cut out. Granny was the neatest Granny in the world to me.

Granddaddy was a good speller and would challenge us with words to spell and then give us a nickel if we could figure out most of them.

Live was good living with them.

Debi Austen said...

I remember lying on the floor at my grandparents' house listening to an old fashioned radio (from the 1930's) and coloring in our Babes in Toyland coloring books. Now that radio is proudly displayed in my home - just wish I had the coloring books to go with it :-)