What are some of your favorite memories of summer? I wanna hear them!!!
Summer Memories Thursday!!!!!
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One of my favorite summer memories was the summer I turned 19. I was hanging out with my cousin Lora, and our friend Jerry. We were out enjoying a day in the sun on the Parkway.
We were drinking Bartles & Jaymes wine coolers and eating maraschino cherries. Journey's Stone in Love was playing on the radio, and we had not a worry in the world. That was in 1988. To this day, whenever I hear Stone In Love, I think of that day.
We were drinking Bartles & Jaymes wine coolers and eating maraschino cherries. Journey's Stone in Love was playing on the radio, and we had not a worry in the world. That was in 1988. To this day, whenever I hear Stone In Love, I think of that day.
......first thing that popped into me pea-brain was a week at Scout Camp.....hotter than billy blue blazes, prone on a musty old mattress at the rifle range, working on my sharp-shooter medal....Doc's cry of "Ready on the Range? Fire at will" echoing from the hills along with our usual lame-ass retort of "Poor Will"......
Ah, that wild, bizarre and sordid month in the summer of ’74. Raging hormones, booze and other things, Bavarian music, friends, parties, jealousy, four large garbage bags of festival beer tickets that never made it to the incinerator, quick thinking, a psycho, murder, police, leaches, motorcycle gang and the Manson family girl. Sometimes I wonder how I survived it. 
NYC kid-- summers in the Catskill Mts with my grandparents. Dairy Farm that rented out rooms for the summer. Being the only youngster there, was allowed to help out. Cow milking at sunrise and sunset, gathering veggies for the meals. PLaying with the farm dog, Trixie. Long walks with nana and gramps- oh the mountain hills. Gramps made me a walking stick- I still have it. Riding horses during a town visit. These memories I hold close to heart.
I got to stay at the lake by myself for several weeks when I was fourteen, during summer holidays. My favourite memory of that time was coming back to shore after taking the boat out (14' aluminum with a 7.5 HP motor). The throttle used to get stuck on that boat so when I was coming into shore I cranked it as high as it could go and aimed for shore. I then ran to the front of the boat and stood on the prow. Once that thing hit the sand it threw me about 10 feet and I'd land on my feet like a cool dude. I'd then run back and quickly rev down and turn off the motor. If my old man ever found out I was doing that crap I wouldn't be typing this now.
When I was 13 I was at my cousins farm in Manitoba. We went exploring an old house that was boarded up and used as a granary at some point. It wasn't used anymore. For some reason he had this rusty old sabre/sword and I had a cast on my arm from a dumb stunt earlier in the summer at our cottage (boy did it ever stink after a while). Anyway, we ripped off a sheet of plywood that was covering the window and went in. It was empty except for an old chest of drawers in the main room. We must have spent 30 minutes looking around, upstairs and down. When we were ready to leave he whacked that chest of drawers with his sabre and a big fat old rat plopped down out of it and started scurrying away from us. We were both trying to exit the open window in a panic with him hitting me with his sword so he could get out first and me whacking him with my cast so I could get out first. Man were we scared of that rat!
Farm kid so lots of memories of "setting tubes" to irrigate. In the morning and in the evening. It is a learned skill! Skipping over the rows, watching the water create deeper and deeper holes to fill up right by the ditch, before the water would spill over and head down the rows to water the crops.
The worst part was putting the tubes out in the fields. Trip after trip to the barn, loading the bed of the pickup up, which meant countless trips in/out of the barn with loads of tubes in your arms. We would compete to see who could carry the most. I remember one year, we had the pickup loaded down, got to the field and were laying them out in the rows...I had an armload and a snake shot out the end of one of the tubes in the bundle I was carrying. I dropped the whole dang bundle and screamed. It was just a bullsnake but it scared the bejeezus out of me.
Trips to town with my aunt to go to the library. Oh how I loved library days! And all the time after water was set to read, the evening change of water HOURS away. The days sure didn't seem to fly by as fast as they do now.
The worst part was putting the tubes out in the fields. Trip after trip to the barn, loading the bed of the pickup up, which meant countless trips in/out of the barn with loads of tubes in your arms. We would compete to see who could carry the most. I remember one year, we had the pickup loaded down, got to the field and were laying them out in the rows...I had an armload and a snake shot out the end of one of the tubes in the bundle I was carrying. I dropped the whole dang bundle and screamed. It was just a bullsnake but it scared the bejeezus out of me.
Trips to town with my aunt to go to the library. Oh how I loved library days! And all the time after water was set to read, the evening change of water HOURS away. The days sure didn't seem to fly by as fast as they do now.
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ALWAYS remember what you WON'T miss!
Well, got to keep you busy, and your mind off of cryin'.Thanks--just doin' my job.
ALWAYS remember what you WON'T miss!
Already got it under control. According to Ancestry.com, I'm 78% British so stiff upper lip and all that. Not to mention lots to do so no time to dwell on it and want to focus on the positive side of things.We
Well, got to keep you busy, and your mind off of cryin'.
ALWAYS remember what you WON'T miss!
Good girl.Already got it under control. According to Ancestry.com, I'm 78% British so stiff upper lip and all that. Not to mention lots to do so no time to dwell on it and want to focus on the positive side of things.
Mid July in 'LA" as we used to call it jokingly, "Lower Arkansas" was very hot and humid. I remember pick up baseball games in the middle of July, no one seemed to care how hot it was. Drinking water from a garden hose when we got thirsty, pouring it over our heads to keep from getting a heat stroke, putting our baseball caps back on and playing till we almost passed out from the heat. Riding our bikes to the river, a bunch of latch key kids, all our parents worked so we were responsible for ourselves during the summer months. A bunch of kids with nowhere in particular to be and no agenda for the day, just enjoying those long summer days as much as we could, oblivious to the fact of how much we'd miss them someday. I remember how good the cold water of the Caddo River felt diving in after a long day of baseball or basketball pick up games. Those were the days.....
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As a kid I remember communal gatherings in the summer called the netherley project (nethereley is the area I'm from). There were huge inflatables for the kids to bounce on in the shape of a man and a giant sweet wrapper. I remember face paintings and barbecues. The music was provided by a pirate radio station called radio f (which apparently stood for freedom) which I think was at the centre of the whole thing. I remember it from the late 80s (I was born in 81) but I think it dated back to the mid 70s. I'm sure I've mentioned this here before. I wish I was a bit older when it happened, they're the kind of times and occasions where you can make proper memories.