Memories

It never fails to amaze me how sights, sounds and smells make me think of others. Right now I'm watching a children's show called Tickety Tok and there is an adorable owl that is constantly down on his luck. It makes me think of my friend MJ every time because of her love of owls. The song "Wasn't That A Party" makes me think of my dad and my uncle Gordon who both passed away in 2008. The song "Never Gonna Be Alone" makes me think of my husband who made me that promise not long after we started dating. The smell of cigarettes often make me think of my grandma. The phrase it's a little known fact makes me think of my cousin that we all affectionately call Cliffy. Her poor head is rammed full of useless facts that spice up any conversation and I love her for it! The phrase that was a heck of a deal and let me tell you why makes me smile and think of my mother in law. She loves a great deal and who can blame her lol.

Some of my favorite memories come from childhood (as I suspect many peoples do). I miss things like living in the same yard as my grandparents. I miss running and helping repair and maintain the farm equipment.

 Just last night my husband and I went to visit a friend of his from his youth and, as always, it was great to listen to them reminisce about the past and talk about their goals for the future. Admittedly some of the memories and goals were on the odd side but that is what makes them so amusing!

I remember once as a teen going fishing for the day with my parents. Dad was going to back the boat into the lake and I was to guide it off the trailer. Easy peasy right? That's what I thought until I slipped on the loading dock and was dangling by an arm hanging on to the boat and flopping around like a fish out of water. So while mom stood on shore laughing dad came into the lake to help me. He was fairly frustrated as I would imagine I was probably being a smart Alec about the whole thing. So anyhow, he comes in to "show me how it's done", slips himself and falls in the lake. There was dead silence for a split second until mom and I heard the plop! plop! of dads shoes hitting the water and saw them floating away on the lake. Then the laughter erupted from all three of us and mom and I took great pleasure in laughing about it until the day he passed away. We still share a good laugh over it every so often. :-)