Favorite memories

I shared my favorite childhood memories of my parents in the post Memories.  I’d love to read your cherished memories of your own parents.  I invite you to share them here:

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1 Tammy July 11, 2009 at 2:37 pm

Well I have been trying single out just one memory for my dad and it has been hard. I am lucky to have so many. Some of my most vivid one are of when he was sick but they are special to me as well. But my special one that still bring a smile to my face when I think about is, walking home from school holding his hand. It wasn’t very often that we got let out of grade school early as you can recall Carolyn and those were the times that I would rush towards my street knowing that my Dad was on the days shift and would be getting out of his carpool at the end of my street. I was always so happy to be able to walk the half a block just holding his hand. I am daddy’s girl and I always will be. I also have some awesome memories about sundays at church with him. And now when I go to church(different church and religion) and I hear certain songs I think of him.

As for my mom, my first memory of her doing what mom’s do, loving their children more than anything, was from kindergarden. I got really sick and had a really high fever and was taken to emerg. Long story short, I was sent home to take adult strength tylenol every 4 hours. So my mom curled up next to me in my little twin sized bed and held me all night. She would wake me up and give me the meds crushed up in jam b/c I couldn’t swallow it due to swollen gands and tonsils. I now know from being a mom that she didn’t sleep a wink that night or the next day b/c of how worried she was. She never let it show, she was just there. The truth is she always is there for my sisters and I. She is one of the strongest women I know.

Now I will wipe my tears aways and smile at these happy memories. Thanks Carolyn for this again. I just hope that I am making these kinds of memories for my boys. What are the songs for your children?


2 Carolyn July 12, 2009 at 8:01 am

“And now when I go to church(different church and religion) and I hear certain songs I think of him.”

It’s incredible the power music has! How it can become associated with so many thoughts and feelings and memories. I love the memory of your dad. What a special moment to share; being surprised and excited to see him and him probably feeling the exact same way. So special.

I also love the one of your mom. Oh yes, being mothers ourselves, it’s easy to imagine how she must have felt. How she probably didn’t sleep from absolute worry. But you know, from having our new perspective, I’ll bet this is a favorite of hers as well. Knowing that she cared for you. That she tended to your every need that night. And knowing you got better because of it.


3 Urchin July 11, 2009 at 3:55 pm

I have the opposite problem from Tammy. I had to hunt for a good memory. Of any of my parents. Partly it’s because I’ve had too much negative, not just from the whole fractured family and being the child of a bad marriage thing, there’s other stuff too. Coloring my life with a paint that could be used to cover the walls of a theatre.

But I hunted, and am still hunting. I just hope you don’t think less of me, or my family, for the lack of stand-out moments. Maybe it says more about me than anything.

Biological Mother- Driving from Mobile, Alabama, to somewhere in Louisana. I forget where, but there was a bridge. HUGE bridge, no turn offs, longer (I think) than the bridge that spans the Florida Keys. The conversation was about how pretty the trees were, how amazing their reach. Just the beauty of it strikes me still. That and how VERY alike Pam and I are, nature vs. nurture.

Adoptive Mother-

Biological Father –

Adoptive Father -

Biological Mother’s Husband (Step-father) -

I hate that I can’t think of something. In the biological case, I really haven’t known them that long. But long enough to have a memory. Something. I SHOULD have something… I’ll keep thinking. I will.


4 Tammy July 11, 2009 at 5:49 pm

It took me a while to think past the memories of when my dad was sick and then his death. Huge moment in my life, so those are the easiest to remeber at first. It also doesn’t help that 4 mths after my dad died my mom was hospitalized b/c they thought she had cancer. 86 is easy for me to remember. It is prior to that took time.

I am still trying to figure out my anthem, things like this take me awhile. I have a few but it is not complete. One song is from my french class this past september. We studied Edith Piaf and I come to really like Je ne regrette rien. It is really old but an Isabelle Boulay has remade it. The story of her life was very hard but as her song says I regret nothing. Not sure if you like foreign films but La vie en Rose is an excellent movie.

Take your time thinking and try looking at life once and awhile with rose coloured glasses.


5 Urchin July 11, 2009 at 5:54 pm

Where can I get a pair of those rose coloured glasses? I may have to move to Canuckida for that. I wouldn’t mind. People won’t look at me funny when I ask if they want to go kayaking… maybe.

I love foreign films! I’ll have to check La vie en Rose out, gotta swing by Blockbuster and drop off Baron Munchhausen anyway. Hopefully they’ll have it.

See, if I could count Conan in the list (can’t boyfriend not parent) I’d have too many good things to choose from to pick an absolute favorite. I DO have happy things happening. I do. They’re all just relatively recent things.


6 Carolyn July 12, 2009 at 7:28 am

“Canuckida” rofl!

What about a grandparent? Any special moments with them?


7 Tammy July 12, 2009 at 8:32 pm

You are always welcome in Canuckida! We will even apologize if you bump into us!!LOL(it is true that we do that). I would gladly join in for some kayaking as well. I was learning to white water prior to kids. I loved it!

I agree with Carolyn no judgements here. No one’s life is perfect and if they say it is they are lying. Or pretending to be Bree from desperate housewives and look at her life. I was going to suggest a special memory from Conan. If that is what you have then share that. The one about the hamburger was pretty good. We all have had bad things in our lives, it is our choice to let them fester and waste energy and time. Or we can move on in whatever way we can and focus on other things. The things that make our live better and happier.(cheesey I know). Now you have an awesome opportunity to make a lot of memories that will only make you smile when you think of them.


8 Urchin July 12, 2009 at 11:22 pm

I do that too! “…apologize if you bump into us.” See, I’m totally a faux Canuck. I was born in the wrong country, I know it! (second favorite super-hero is Captain Canuck, the first is Thor, I follow the hockey team Canucks (formerly the Vancouver Millionaires) and I hug trees. The last isn’t necessarily a Canuck thing, I just do it.

Now I have to figure out which of the memories (only known him a year!) of Conan to pick as a favorite. There’s the time he figured out where to buy Crunchie bars and Coffee Crisps…mmm coffee crisps…

Or when he ordered me a tin of Tim Horton’s…

Or the kiss in the snow. Or the long walks going where ever our feet would take us. Or how he’ll randomly tell me I’m pretty…


9 Carolyn July 13, 2009 at 12:13 pm

I was smiling the whole time I read this. You and Conan are lucky to have each other. And do you Yankee’s really not have access to Crunchie bars? Oh the shame of it!


10 Urchin July 13, 2009 at 1:20 pm

We do though! Conan discovered that both World Market and Whole Foods has them in stock. He bought me two whole boxes of both Crunchie and Coffee Crisp. Now if I can just find Aero…

11 Carolyn July 12, 2009 at 7:51 am

“I just hope you don’t think less of me, or my family, for the lack of stand-out moments. Maybe it says more about me than anything.”

Nobody here will think any less of you or your family for anything! Don’t stress about it. I love the memory you have of your biological mom. I always seem to feel like the moments when I’m completely in awe of something I’m seeing; like a stunning sunset or a breathtaking view, are solitary in a way. Even when I’m with someone. Not alone physically, but alone in my wonderment. The thought of sharing a moment like that. Experiencing it together, not just witnessing it beside each other sounds beautiful. A wonderful memory.


12 Urchin July 12, 2009 at 11:10 pm

I thought of one for my biological father. It comes out of darkness though, so please bear with me.

Last year I was homeless. I spent the first half of the year flailing trying to make sense of what had happened. I’d moved to the mountains of NC with a friend, someone I’d known for going on 10 years. Someone whom I thought understood me. Turns out, they didn’t. Not even a month into moving to the mountains I was kicked out of the house we were sharing with another friend of mine for “flirting” with her husband. The friend I’d moved up there with had decided that I wasn’t worth his time if I wasn’t going to sleep with him, etc.

I was sleeping in my car on the Blue Ridge Mountains, working at Target (so I still had my job and food at least) the store manager was trying to find me a place and offered me a spot on her couch, but I would have felt weird taking it. She had her partner and her partner’s kid. She didn’t need a sobbing adult as well.

My biological dad found out and drove out from the beach to meet me. He took me out to Maggie Valley for a weekend, rented a cabin and took me skiing. It wasn’t the skiing that I remember so much, as it was he and I sitting by the cabin’s fire. Just sitting. Not talking, her hands wrapped around huge mugs of hot chocolate. For a brief moment I was able to forget everything that had happened. Why he had come out. The smell and sound of the fire, the feel of the hotchocolate, the presence of a man I had only met three years prior and am still getting to know. It made me smile when I remembered. So I had to share.

That’s two.


13 Carolyn July 13, 2009 at 12:10 pm

Loved it. I could see the whole scene in my head. Thank you for sharing.


14 Urchin July 13, 2009 at 9:24 pm

No Aero bars. I’m not sure how I survive. Possibly even knowing they exist keeps me going.


15 La Belle Mere October 11, 2009 at 12:04 pm

Hi! You’re so right. I can’t single out one specific memory but when I think back to my childhood my memories are of all the mundane things!

It’s also reassuring to hear that you have special memories of your step-parents to!

LBM xx


16 Carolyn October 13, 2009 at 10:26 pm

Of course! They’ve been in my life since I was about 6. Your stepkids will have cherished memories of you too one day.


17 Carolyn July 13, 2009 at 4:39 pm

What?!?! No Aero bars? How do you survive?


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