Favorite Memory | Pad Patter 6.10

[bestcee]

What's your favorite Memory?

I know favorite is super subjective. Like I have favorite memories with my growing up family, favorite memories of stories my family has told me from when I was too little to remember, favorite memories with my husband, favorite memories with kids and friends.

One of my favorites is the story my mom tells about me and my brother. I'm a toddler, he's in a walker. She went to work, dad was in charge. We got in the fridge and dumped a gallon of milk. Well, I dumped the milk, my brother was my partner in crime. My dad snapped a photo, so there's evidence of the two of us covered in milk and happy as can be.

Do you have an all time favorite memory? Have you scrapped it?

 

[Nemla]

I have no photos sadly. But I broke a really big floor vase when I was little . My dad and I rushed to the newspaper shop to buy Glue, and we stuck it together before my mum came home....
She didn't notice at first, but the story goes, I kept starring at it , so eventually she checked it out..... Her only words were You or Dad ? I don't remember it as such , only what I have been told.
But this one I do remember. It was in the times where everyone meet for Sunday dinner, and we were about 8 people around the table.
We had just had a new carpet, a lovely Longhaired one .
Everything was on the table apart from the potatoes. A great big bowl of them.- as my Mum stepped over the doorstep, she must have forgotten about the carpet, she stumbled , and the potatoes flew ! We were hungry, no time to boil more, so we made them on a big tray, and everyone peeled brand new carpet fluff of their own .... My mum didn't think it was funny, but no one else cared !

 

[Memaw2Wm]

One of my favorite memories is of my mom ... every night after she put us girls to bed she'd make herself popcorn. I'd lay in my bed and listen to her rattle around in the kitchen ... pulling the frying pan and it's lid out of the stove's bottom drawer, rotating the lazy susan cabinet for the oil, silence while she uncapped and poured the oil, then the lazy susan cabinet being closed, the sound of the popcorn kernels being poured into the pan, the lid being dropped on the pan, then the swish-swish sound of the frying pan being moved back and forth across the electric burner, the sound of the kernels popping, then the wafting smell of hot popcorn drifting up the stairs and into my bedroom.

Torture, pure torture. She did make us popcorn, but just not on a nightly basis. I think of her every time I toss a bag of microwave popcorn into my microwave ...

 

[LivyBug]

My first thought is one with my roommates in college. One of them, M, had gone out of the country for spring break, and the other, R, adopted a cat while she was gone! We all love cats, so no issue there. R and I wanted to surprise M with the cat when she got home, though.

Finally, M came home, saw the cat, and flung herself and her luggage to the ground to meet the cat. It was so funny and sweet. I tried to get a video, but it all happened so fast. I think I may have a couple pics from that day.

 

[StefanieS]

Finding out my last baby was the dear little pink one I had been praying for. I tease her also about the time she was 4 months old and she sneezed and burst into tears at the loud noise - her brothers had never done that. Girls are just so different but I wouldn't have it any other way.

 

[bestcee]

We were hungry, no time to boil more, so we made them on a big tray, and everyone peeled brand new carpet fluff of their own .... My mum didn't think it was funny, but no one else cared !

I laughed! I love that everyone just went with it and ate anyway.

Torture, pure torture. She did make us popcorn, but just not on a nightly basis. I think of her every time I toss a bag of microwave popcorn into my microwave ...

Your memory is so descriptive! I can hear the sound of the popcorn, and I may now need to make myself some!

One of them, M, had gone out of the country for spring break, and the other, R, adopted a cat while she was gone!

Oh my gosh! That's crazy! I'm glad that M loved the cat too!

Finding out my last baby was the dear little pink one I had been praying for.

Aw! This is so sweet! I love that memory.

 

[Pachimac]

Going with the "kids destroying something in the house" theme:

It was the early 70's. My Mom had a yellow ceramic Cat - it was a Siamese cat, so it had a really long neck and had orange flowers on it. None of us liked it but her, and she always prominently displayed it right in the way of our running around the corner to go down the hall. I remember countless times when they weren't home and we broke the cat - always at the neck. We had glue at the ready and always put it back together. One day she picked it up to dust and it fell into 5 or 6 pieces - all in the glue places we had broken it. She was SOOO Mad - and mad that we didn't tell her also.

it looked like this only the finish wasn't glazed...

 

[Cherylndesigns]

Probably when my grandfather bought me a real white Stetson cowboy hat, leather holsters and pearl handled (toy) guns that had leather strips that strapped to my legs. So I could draw quickly - he used to time me to see how fast I could draw. I've never lost my love of all things "cowboy".

 

[gonewiththewind]

Well, I don't know if it's my favorite memory, but it's one of them . . . I think I was 7 or 8? Maybe younger?

My uncle has a Ford truck we call Brownie. He still has it in fact! Anyway, he took me and his daughter to the creek to swim. I don't remember the swimming part, but I remember being in the back of the truck on the hump of the wheel well and my cousin being on the other side. I had that pleasant, slightly warm feeling from too much sun, and my hair was wet and whipping around my face. The last part of the memory is sitting at the stop light waiting to turn onto our road, with the cars rushing by and grinning at my cousin.

 

[HavaDrPepper]

I don't remember it but evidently I was in love with cardboard boxes as a toddler... especially the one that served as a toybox. There is a photo of all the toys on the floor and me in the box.

A memory that I do remember is a Sunday tradition we had for many years (pretty much most of the 60's). Grandma & Grandpa, Mom, Dad & I would go to church then after the service we would go to a local restaurant for lunch. It was a cafeteria style restaurant where you walked along moving your tray and putting your choices on your tray. I loved red beets but they had the eggs on the plate with them and I didn't like those back in those days. Well, grandpa to the rescue. Grandpa would also grab a plate of beets then we would sit beside each other so he could eat the eggs and I got to eat all the beets. He was the best grandpa ever! Mom's sister and her family would join us when they were in town visiting and I also think Mom's brother and his wife might have been there at times when they actually went to church (they weren't regular about it).

 

[Memaw2Wm]

I don't remember it but evidently I was in love with cardboard boxes as a toddler... especially the one that served as a toybox. There is a photo of all the toys on the floor and me in the box.

I have a photo of my sister and I playing in my toy box with all the toys scattered around the room. What is it with kids and small dark places? My niece used to love to climb inside my end table to hide, and my grandkids all played inside their toy boxes.

 

[HavaDrPepper]

I have a photo of my sister and I playing in my toy box with all the toys scattered around the room. What is it with kids and small dark places? My niece used to love to climb inside my end table to hide, and my grandkids all played inside their toy boxes.

Funny thing is when I got an actual toy box when I was a little older, I never played in it.

In 1957 my uncle brought me a doll from Italy when he came home on leave from the Navy. It was huge and in a big box. There is a picture of me laying in the box with my bottle. I would have been 2 at the time. So I had a thing for cardboard boxes... I need to scrap that photo! I've scrapped about the doll but not the box.

 

[A-M]

I have way too many great childhood memories to share but on thinking one stands out.... our holidays on my Uncle's farm. Watching him milk the cows and our cousin with the pigs. My brother, older sister and I often played in the hay shed and in my memory I can still smell the hay.
It was so happy that I got to take my daughter when she was 3 to the same farm as my Aunt and two cousins still ran the farm. She had her first farm experiences there - cows being milked, sat on a pony, loved the pigs and would call them her "friends".
I think among my mother's photos that I still have ( need to pass them along to my younger sister) there might be one of me as a child in the hay shed so I need to scrap a page about those holidays.

 

[Pachimac]

Probably when my grandfather bought me a real white Stetson cowboy hat, leather holsters and pearl handled (toy) guns that had leather strips that strapped to my legs. So I could draw quickly - he used to time me to see how fast I could draw. I've never lost my love of all things "cowboy".

My Dad bought me a bolo tie and collar tabs in gold when I was a teen and I still have them!

 

[Scrapping with Liz]

One of my favorite memories from when I was little was when my dad would come home from work and we would all fight over taking his shoes off. He wore big construction boots and we always wanted to untie them.

They looked like these.

And then some nights he would lay on the living room floor and he would play with us - tossing us around throwing us in the air, making us laugh! It was the best.

 

[HavaDrPepper]

One of my favorite memories from when I was little was when my dad would come home from work and we would all fight over taking his shoes off. He wore big construction boots and we always wanted to untie them.

They looked like these.

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My dad worked construction and wore boots a lot like that. When we moved into this house and got our dog, she was the one that wouldn't let him take his boots off... he had to scratch the area right above her tail. Only when he had done that could he take his boots off! There were other times she wanted him to scratch her. I need to scrap those photos!

 

[bonnenuit]

A sweet memory of my father who also worked construction: The summer after my freshman year of college, I was working a second shift job at a plastics factory to be able to help pay for college. For various reasons, I didn't have a driver's license yet so I would get to work via a combo of taking buses/walking because we lived outside the city to the east and the job was on the far western side of the city. My dad would get out of bed every night, get dressed again, drive to the factory to pick me up at midnight when my shift was over and bring me home again. I treasured those quiet drives home together.

 

[BevG]

So many memories, how to narrow them down. Perhaps my favorite is my wedding day. Because my husband and groomsmen did not arrive until late on Friday, we had the wedding rehearsal Saturday morning. That afternoon we all went to play mini-golf. The wedding was at 7pm that night.

And due to a timing problem, we were not legally married at our church wedding in Michigan on June 11. When we returned to Kentucky (where we lived), we applied for a wedding license and then went on our honeymoon. The following Monday, June 20, we got our license and went to the justice of the peace to get legally married. The justice had these huge coke-bottle glasses. A friend was one witness and the justice's wife was the other. We laughed the entire time. So we got married twice. Yesterday was our anniversary (the first one) and we have been together 38 years.

 

[bestcee]

And due to a timing problem, we were not legally married at our church wedding in Michigan on June 11.

Can you share more about this? I'm really curious about it.
My friend did the opposite. She went to the Justice of the Peace 4 days before the wedding and got married. They didn't tell anyone, and had the big wedding where they got married a second time. No license, just a family friend and reading their own vows. She loved it because they had the special moment, but also the big family wedding.

 

[BevG]

Can you share more about this? I'm really curious about it.
My friend did the opposite. She went to the Justice of the Peace 4 days before the wedding and got married. They didn't tell anyone, and had the big wedding where they got married a second time. No license, just a family friend and reading their own vows. She loved it because they had the special moment, but also the big family wedding.

Of course the requirements for marriage is different by state. We were in Kentucky and found someone to give us the blood tests that Michigan required. The state also required a doctor visit. The doctor said he examined the female but just talked to the male and that he really didn't need to see my husband. So I went up a week early and my husband-to-be was coming up the Friday night before the Saturday wedding. He was in the east part of Kentucky and his parents were in the west part of Kentucky. James was catching a ride with his best man who was driving up from Georgia. So the plan was I would go on Monday to the doctor, then take the paperwork to the county, wait the 3 days, and get the license in time for the wedding. All went well until I was the doctor's office, after my visit. Turns out my hubby was supposed to sign the paperwork and the doctor was supposed to witness it. He refused since my hubby was still in Kentucky and would literally arrive hours before the wedding. There was no way we could get a license in Michigan. So glad the minister agreed to do the wedding without a license.

Oops part. James didn't think to tell his parents and on the way back to KY, one of his friends rode with his parents. He said something like, too bad they didn't have a license, and that is how James's parents found out. Oops.