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Re: This Year's Reunion Experience! :)

Cynthia wrote:

"...I wish I had some wonderful stories to tell...We lived next door to a parsonage. They had two girls and we played with them. But mostly we just went to church.

Our highlight was my father would take us riding every weekend. Or we would go visit relatives for a weekend and go fishing with our father."
My response:

You just might have some "wonderful stories" if you think about it. They might be "blah" to you, but very interesting to someone else. For instance, I never lived next door to a parsonage and I'd ahve to do a google search to find out what that is. What were the names and ages of the two little girls you played with? What games did you play with them? Dolls? House? I was always the baby when I played house with two mean neighbor girls when I was 8. They always figured out a way to have to "punish" me because I had been their mean little eyes (tee-hee).

What was your church's denomination? Did you go to Sunday school through evening service? Did you sing in the choir? How did your mother fix your hair? My mother was partial to ribbons. She'd match the colors to our dresses and cut them with those huge, black shears she kept in her sewing basket. We thought we were really cute after she curled our hair and tied those ribbons to our hair. Oh, and we wore petticoats! And black, shiny patent leather shoes. Did you? I really felt special with my petticoats on. I felt naked when they went out of style. Missed them.

I remember getting my first pair of nylons at age 11 (and hating it)!
One of my older sisters would always insist that I needed some lipstick on. I balked at growing up. She would insist, I would cry, we would fight. Looking back on it now, I think she was just messing with me. My mother did not allow us to wear makeup or perfume or tease our hair until we were 16.

Fishing was, well, just an opportunity for me to eat up the goodies they diligently packed whenever they went. Were you a good fisher? Not I. Didn't want to touch the worms or the live fish. But if you wanted to eat, you had to clean your own so my mother (or grandmother) could fry them for you. Whatever fish YOU caught (and cleaned) that day was what YOU ate. Where did your father take you fishing? What kinds of fish did you catch? I remember catfish and perch. Don't discount your own memories for all of them are precious. And they are now a part of your OWN family history.

Georgia Walker-Adams

18 Dec 2002 :: 14 Nov 2008
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