Drinking spring water from a pipe someone had jammed into rocks along the road near the Los Pinos River NE of Durango CO around 66-67. Went back 20+ years later and water was still flowing from the pipe
I have fond memories of my childhood, and recollect these scenes all the time.... I rarely buy bacon, but I did last week on a whim and just finished a bacon sandwich spread with peanut butter. It is as if a "memory" chemical was released in my brain and I am sitting here relishing fond memories of my childhood. What triggers memories of your childhood? Discuss:
Dipping a madeleine in a cup of tea. Oh, the memories!
<snip>I distinctly remember my father making Ritz crackers with cream cheese and olives (green with pimentos) as a snack when he came from work that we'd share.
When I was about 12 or 13, I would make myself a few of these on Saturday and watch Yankee baseball games on our small black and white TV set in Connecticut. I am still a diehard Yankee fan.
Mom would pack cream cheese and olive sandwiches in our lunches. I LOVED them. Now, of course, I avoid cream cheese because it's pretty much empty calories.
Eating baloney sandwich on white bread with mayo. (not really dome much anymore though)
When I was about 12 or 13, I would make myself a few of these on Saturday and watch Yankee baseball games on our small black and white TV set in Connecticut. I am still a diehard Yankee fan.
OMG, I thought we were the only ones! That and tartar sauce on white bread!!
But OTOH, Mom wasn't much of a cook but she made great restaurant reservations.
Ah, absolutely love this. For several years, I went to a summer camp in the N Georgia mountains. The mornings were always crisp and cool but by the time we settled into the cabins for bed, the cicadas were eagerly singing their song. Where I live now isn't in the mountains, but it's wooded enough that in the spring, the 'camp mornings' are replicated perfectly and in the summer, the cicadas are similarly singing. Those weeks at camp were some of the best memories ever. I heard that the property had been abandoned a number of years ago and I made the mistake of making the drive for a visit...all that was left was a stone wall along the entrance and the a concrete slab where the 'snack shack ' once stood...it was a very sad experience for me as an adult.Listening to the cicadas and watching the fireflies from my bedroom window on warm summer nights.