Oh what memories you just brought back - Cortland, Syracuse. I attended college sm
Posted By: Lynn on 2007-02-13
In Reply to: NY Storm - LinK
at Syracuse years ago...met a man from the south, got married, and have lived down here ever since. I grew up in Rome, NY, if you are familiar...Am planning a trip up there with the entire family who, ironically, has never been up there before. We are going to probably stay in Syracuse and then drive to VT where I have family also. I can't wait for my husband and kids to see the Adirondacks in person and show them the house I grew up in.
I think we are going to wait until spring because of all the snow up there..stay safe, stay warm and cuddly, and know that I envy you. I haven't seen snow in over 10 years!!
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Ah, you just brought back memories...sm
I am mid-40s. My dad also taught me home and car repair--usually against my will, but grateful for it now. Whenever I bought a car, he made me change a tire and the oil in front of him. Loved shop class in school. Mmm, power tools! I still do a lot of maintaince and repairs, but I actually enjoy doing that stuff now! As for sewing, I was born into a family of handicrafters, and since I was a kid have enjoyed sewing non-clothing things and especially yarn projects, and can do most sewing repairs. Just not very good at sewing my own clothes from patterns because I poke myself with the pins too much. Such a klutz.
So funny! It brought back memories... (sm)
Many years ago when I worked in an entirely different environment, there was a version of this making the rounds that had several followup messages between the wife and tech support. I wish I could find it in my stash of old paperwork because it's hilarious!
They do multiply don't they?! Brought back memories when my oldest brother
bought 2 white mice at the pet shop and the guy told him they were both males...about 2-3 weeks later we had a full liter of white mice. Mom made him take the whole cage with mice back to the pet shop (I wonder why? LOL).
Brings back memories
In my upper years now but when I was around 11 or 12 had a penpal in France. Still remember getting letters from her. What a wonderful time for all!
Bringing back memories. NM
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Wow does that bring back memories
Homemade chicken soup, sourdough bread, wine, and some German pastry thing for dessert (we lived in Germany).
So I can remember 27 years ago, but darn if I can't remember what we had last week. :-)
you just brought back a really funny memory
When my daughter was young (way, way preteen), probably the age of your daughter, she was in dance and they put on performances where they had to wear makeup and really a lot to be seen by the audience.
Well, we took her out to lunch after one particular performance without wiping her face (I mean, it was a real production to get this stuff off -- especially the lipstick because they used this kind that doesn't come off easily).
I thought the waitress was going to flip. She gave us the coldest reception and was extremely rude. At first I did't get it, but then I looked at my daughter in her jeans and T-shirt and face all made up --- I explained to the waitress and she immediately changed her demeanor.
I guess I was dumb for not removing the makeup first and I can't remember the exact circumstances, but it seems like we were in a rush or had no choice or something... anyhow, hadn't thought about that for a while...
oh and my bottom lash isn't bald but if I don't wear any makeup at all, I at least put a little liner underneath, so yeah, I think it's okay (but I don't know what you look like lol). I'd love to have the permanent tattoo done, but the little dancer is in college now, so mom's beauty will just have to wait!!
That brings back great memories! :) (nm)
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That brings back memories! My sister's
boyfriend made that for dessert once years ago. They have since broken up, which I have regretted because I miss the DESSERT! LOL! Don't tell her I said that!
So did mine! That brings back memories. nm
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That brings back unpleasant memories. Glad that's over with. nm
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I'm back in college now. You
have me thinking about getting a class ring too - how funny. But the ring I like best is the class ring my mom has. I never see that style anymore. No stone, not overly large or fine either, just gold with a narrow, stacked rectangular portion in the middle that has white gold while the rest of the ring is yellow gold.
Maybe I should just see if I can get her ring back from her; I let her have it back when I moved out of the house after wearing it a lot after high school.
she said she's going back to college...
to get her Master's.
so let's see, daycare for one baby in diapers is what, $500 a month?, x8 = $4000 a month. more than I make working two jobs. Just for childcare.
this is a throw back to my college days
Morning Thunder is loaded with caffeine! Good for all nighters!
If SHE (the teacher) brought it up then it is very, very wrong. If a child brought it up
it is still wrong for her to answer with the truth -- but lying wouldn't really be acceptable either. In the case of the child asking her she should tell the child to ask their parents.
I would assume the scenario was something like one child telling another child that there was no Santa and that child then asking the teacher. Not wanting to lie about it the teacher told the truth. Anyone teaching children that age, at this time of year, should have a prepared statement for that type of situation. "You need to ask your Mommy or Daddy that question."
Hey Reporter I live in the Syracuse area too
And my parents live in Utica. Small world. Do you work for a National?
Update on birthday party I attended for friend SM
A few days ago I posted about being invited to a birthday party for a friend and was afraid of being exposed to cigarette smoke. I was hoping this was in a smoke free environment, and just as I thought I was not there 15 minutes before her daughter (who is battling cancer at the age of 39 and has been for 5 1/2 years) lit the first cigarette. Her cancer has now returned for the fourth time, this time in the mandible and breast. Immediately three other people started smoking and from there it went haywire. The guest of honor had now even arrived before I wanted to leave.My eyes were burning like fire. I stayed 2 hours, ate very little, as all the food and cake were sitting out in this environment. I left before they even served the cake andI made a lame excuse about having to do some shopping at the mall. One thing was true . . I could not wait to get to the mall, went into the restoom and washed my hands and arms and splashed water in my eyes.
I made my mind up today that never, ever again do I compromise on this issue. The first question I ask is whether or not it is a smoke free environment. If not, count me out. I spent those two hours in a room that could not even be considered a large room with 85% of the people smoking heavily, even while we ate. To top it off, went outside and had a parking ticket on my car! 
how does it get like this? I mean, what brought you two together
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I was brought up with the saying that
if you rent you might as well be throwing money out the window. If at all possible, buy. (That is what I did when I was divorced.) Just make sure that the house is properly inspected and any problems found are fixed, per your contract BEFORE you buy it, per the seller's expense. That way, at least you start out with everything in good condition. Check roof, plumbing, electrical wiring, etc.
Sure wish I'd brought a newspaper! nm
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You brought it up, ya goof!
The truth is painful sometimes.
I do understand but my cat has brought up
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I was brought to tears
by his singing but especially by his story.
Wow, the memories
My parents had one too!
memories
When I was growing up, we raised a pig with a bottle too. . it was so much fun! I hope your little pig does well...
memories of
sitting at grandparents on the back steps (very wide to fit the porch) and eating watermelon, or watching my dad and brothers taking turns cranking the ice cream machine and all making fun of each other for being too weak. It was so quiet you could hear the windmill squeak, very restful.
Hearing stories of when Daddy and his three brothers were young and took turns jumping out of the barn hayloft with a parachute made from one of grandma's good white sheets which ripped. Daddy said he hugged that limp sheet all the way to the ground. Uncle Joe said they let him go first because it was his idea, but they all got a whipping for it.
At my other grandparents, Mother and her sister talked about skating all over Austin jumping the cracks in the sidewalks. I had to be quiet when John Cameron Swazy was on (Timex keeps on ticking) or Billy Graham. Going to the barbershop (Papa was a barber) for haircuts. sitting on the porch snapping beans or peas. Aunt Nell and Uncle Frank lived in the country, feather tick mattresses and bolsters, chamber pots and outhouses, mean chickens. Aunt Nell's hair was let down at night and hung below her hips. She had a built-in ice box (not fridge) and a water pump in the kitchen and thought she was in high cotton. They lived in the house she had been born in. She had sunbonnets by the back door. Never went out of the house without one and at 86 still had beautiful skin you would not believe. Kept their money in a bible. They had a 17 year old hound under the front porch with no teeth who acted like he would tear you up. They called him didhebitecha. She made the best biscuits in the world until canned came out!
Daddy loved woodworking, helping him hold large piece of wood in the shop or handing him tools.
I was anxious to learn to cook (I never said I was smart!), made cookies and such at 12, cooking whole dinners by 16. Being the oldest was not all you would think it could be. I was a miniparent.
I remember my baby brother being droopy drawers, would step out of his diaper and keep going. Love to remind him of that now when he is 52 and 6ƈ". Then came two more sisters, the last when I was 17, Mother had it made for that one!
I remember my border collie, Lady. We got her when I was 9 and she was 2. Had her until I was 21. One of those dogs who knew who could come in the yard and knock on the door and who to run entirely out of the neighborhood. She was my best friend. She had trouble delivering her last litter and my grandmother helped her.
I remember the attic fan, and wish I had one now. My son does and it saves him AC bills about 2 to 3 months of the year.
I remember being around my great-grandparents. In fact, one grandmother was 90 when she died in 2000. I was 54. How many can say that? I also remember seeing a civil war veteran in the 1950's.
This feels like such a time warp as the memories go flashing by. I remember when most moms stayed home. The fuller brush man went door to door. There was a man who traveled around sharpening knives and scissors. Milk was delivered to your door. Remember keeping wet clothes in a bread bag in the fridge? You put a tin sprinkler with a piece of cork around the base on a 10 cent coke bottle to sprinkle while you ironed. Do they still make those? and I remember when keyboards had a cent sign on the number 6 key!
Just for the groan effect, here's one for you - gas was 18 cents a gallon and there was a gas war between competing stations!
Ah, Memories!
My big sister had a poodle skirt that I inherited just before they went out of style in about ཻ. It had a real chain on the poodle's leash. I wore it with a pink fuzzy sweater, and, yes, the petticoat. Incidently, when I was a little younger my sister and I would use those petticoats on our heads for "Brides' veils."
Memories
I remember coming home from Bonnie and Clyde - my mom had a fit I saw that violent movie - she thought I was really shaken up over it. Actually it was the fight with my boyfriend that gave me the blues. Hilary Duff? Hmmm, I really can't think of anybody I would like to see play that part.
Wow. Now THERE are some MEMORIES!
I actually learned to type on a typewriter just about like that, in high school. Got up to 52 words per minute, too.
I remember those chest Coke machines. And the milk bottles with the little paper caps. The ice cube trays. (There are some of those still probably stowed in my mother's attic. Wonder if they're worth anything??) Ah, the drive-in movie, the TV dinners, the goofy lunch boxes with the thermos that broke if you looked at it funny, The Beatles swag, the record players, the non-pop-top cans. Full-service gas stations.
I still had one of those dial phones up until the late 1980s because it was cheaper than a push-button back in the day when we still had to rent our equipment from the phone company....
And, of course, not even a HINT of a seat belt in the family car! Remember riding in the way-back of the station wagon? And oh, the stuff my mother used to score with the S & H Green Stamps (and the Blue Chip stamps too).
That child would have been brought up with nannies whether she was
alive or not. Given Anna Nicole's usual state of mind, she was not fit to take care of her little girl by herself and her overuse of drugs I am sure has somehow played into her death. God may have given that child a blessing by giving her the chance to be raised in a proper environment not have to deal with a mother influenced by drugs. Everything happens for a reason.
What in the world brought that about, your post
talking about black culture? I do not consider her a role model any more than I consider Britany, Lindsay, Paris, Nichole- they are entertainers period. A role model is someone you should look up to and being an entertainer, for the most part, is not someone I would protray as one. I think Beyonce is pretty, sorta half way talented but the others listed above, their talents seem to be in how much media they can gather. None of these posts have been racially motivated, I do not believe. We are talking talent (Jennifer Hudson) versus non....
Oooh, I am SO glad someone brought this up. I was sm
watching this for the first time in years last Friday. I had a break and there was nothing on t.v. The last time I saw it, Nick and Sharon were married. I think I saw it around the time Cassie died??
Anyways, is Nick married to Phyllis now?
When he woke up Fri. Sharon had to break some terrible news to him - what was the news? I missed it! Thanks......
I think you brought in issue when you said biracial.
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It brought tears to my eyes as well. You have
reason to be proud!!
So you protest about politics being brought
proceed to participate in the very behavior you are objecting so stridently to. You are entitled to your opinion. You are entitled to share your opinion. I am not saying that you aren't. I just find it rather interesting that you choose to actively participate in the very behavior you're protesting so loudly against.
I really don't care to argue with you, just as I don't really care for the politics board. As far as tomorrow, for my kids it is historic event. Only one of them was old enough to remember Bush being sworn in the second time, and he was still to young for it to hold a great deal of significance. I would like to foster in my children a respect for the process of our government and why our founding fathers designed it the way they did. This is part of that process. It is not about race for my younger children, although my 8-yo still doesn't understand why a black person, or anyone else not Caucasian for that matter, had never been president. My 6-yo thought nothing of the fact that a white woman or a black woman or a black man or a Hispanic man could run for president. In fact, she was a Hillary supporter and then a McKinney supporter because, "boys are yucky."
For some people, tomorrow is a catharsis on many levels, for the past 8 years to the past 200+. If you can't see and appreciate the significance of the event, then I feel very sorry for you.
Creative Memories
My mother loved Creative Memories. She passed away last year, so I already have so much stuff, and I can say the items are well worth it. Creative Memories has nice stuff if you like to scrapbook. My Mom started a few books, which I will cherish forever. She was trying to make one for each child and grandchild, but she was cut short by an illness. I am loaded with Creative Memories stuff, but wanted to share that you will have so much fun being a consultant. I had a great time at one of the functions. I also saw a new twist on scrapbooking by using favorite recipes. Not only could you include pictures of family gatherings, but also type up the recipe for the scrapbook page. Fortunately my daughter spent a lot of time with my Mom and she will be able to use the supplies we have inherited through learning the techniques with my Mom and she's only 7. This is not something just for adult, but kids like it too! Good luck and happy scrappin'!!!!! I think you'll have fun meeting new people! 
Fond memories.
When I worked in-house, a co-worker and I used to pass the twitch back and forth. ;-)
Oh my gosh! What memories
this brings back, I feel for you!! It's been a long time ago, but it still gets my heart pumping. My daughter had long blonde, THICK hair almost to her waist in 2nd grade. I actually took her to the doctor because I'd never seen them before and didn't know what was going on. He gave me a prescription shampoo, but I suppose there are other better things out there now, don't know and hope I never need to. It took me weeks of combing and picking those nasty things out, her crying the whole time and so embarrassed, like it was her fault. Come to find out the school knew about lice going through the classes, her teacher told me there were 2 girls in her class at the time, one of whom she sat right next to in class, and they had been sent home multiple times for it and warned. I had to call one of her my daughter's friend's mother and tell her my daughter had lice because the friend had just recently spent the night. I spent a little time in the principal's office for sure and asked what the deal was, that nobody was notified it was going around in the school so parents could take precautions and be aware. He said well there was a privacy issue, well what about MY daughter? and was he aware that there was a school not too far away that had actually been closed down for a lice epidemic?!! No...he wasn't. It wasn't like they have to name names, just send a note home with the kids saying there's an issue you need to be aware of (they certainly had no problems in that class with privacy issues when doing their drug awareness program and asking the children personally what their parents drank or took, including coffee, in terms of drugs and alcohol). Well, guess what, they did and no more piling hats and clothes on the playground at recess, wearing other's coats, hats, etc. From then on, my daughter wore her hair in tight french braids to her head, until she decided she wanted it cut off. Man, what a nightmare, I was frantic, spent hours and hours and dollars fumigating, cleaning everything imaginable, toys, bedding, furniture, carpets, car seats...
I have baseball memories with my Dad
My favorite activity as a child was stick/hose ball. My Dad would cut up old hose and pitch them to us. There were some woods behind the house, so it didn't matter how hard you hit those pieces of hose. What fun!! We used to go crabbing in the summer and built gigantic snowmen in the winter. I was in the middle child with an older and younger brother, so I learned to play a lot of football, baseball, and yes, believe it or not, we used to play guns! Fake ones of course! Times have sure changed!
I too have many wonderful memories of my
grandparents houses, silly little things like the smell of my nana's soap, her chenille bedspread I thought was so cool, my other grandmother owned and operated a store that had everything from fresh meat which she butchered and feed for animals and lots of penny candy in big glass jars. Point is - memories are made at their houses more often than not. It is part of the mystique. You never said if you took the kids to the grandparents or you expected them to come to you - just wondered.
Holiday memories....
My dad saying (when I was age 4 to 6) that there was an elf that would hop on his shoulder every morning when he got in the car to go to work and ask if I had been good the day before. I can remember waiting for him to get home and then excitedly asking him if he talked to the elf...ok, now I'm misty eyed!
Waiting in the longest line to get Cabbage Patch Kids for my daughters when they first came out....lucky enough to get ones with decent enough names and birthdates close to my girls' birthdays.
Making the dreaded yam/sweet potato casserole at Thanksgving and ALWAYS setting the marshmallow bag on the hot oven door, thus melting the plastic, nice touch.
Realizing that I don't care if I have to pay full price, I do not shop the day after Thanksgiving any more!
Remember doing that as a kid..ahh, memories...nm
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That was awesome sodiepop! Last one brought tears
:)
My physician never brought up about hysterectomy, I told him
I wanted to see about this but this situation different. I had ongoing bleding that could not be controlled and then another person in medical field told me how their friend almost hemorrhaged and not being able to stop the bleeding in the nighttime. I immediately called my physician and asked for a hysterectomy. So glad I did. This was in 1986 and loads of typing then on AIDS patients and how blood could be responsible. I did not want a transfusion at that particular time. My view only. No problem with the surgery at all. Now there are other means of controlling but past childbearing, saw no reason to just have the periods.
DH brought home a pink Bobo and
a blue Bobo and presented them to the Siberians. Sasha took hers with glee and checked out the squeeker and crackly part. She then proceeded to show us the poor stitching workmanship as she eviscerated the poor pink doggy all over my office. Meanwhile CJ didn't know what to do with blue Bobo, so Sasha snatched it and ran off.
No more Bobos for the Siberians.
Down here, everybody kisses everybody on the cheek. We're brought up to do it!
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Your post brought tears to my eyes - (sm)
I was one of the ones praying for your kitty and told you that you would know when the time was right, and you did. I lost mine in Feb and I am still looking for her, sometimes I think I even see her. Don't even worry about picking up her stuff. You'll know when the time is right for that too. I still cry at the grocery store when I pass the cat food aisle or the evaporated milk which was her "special" treat. I feel sure she is sunning herself up in Heaven right now and she is at peace with no pain, just waiting for Mom to get there someday. I think time passes quickly up there too, so to her it will seem soon when you arrive. Bless you.
That letter brought tears to my eyes
and I miss her every day. I could've written your letter, especially the part about ditching her and going with friends. I could sure kick myself now for not spending more time with her. She was a beautiful lady and I miss her, especially at the holidays.
At Christmas 1993, my husband said Let's go see your folks. I said it's such a long trip, etc etc. Next year!
Well, 10 days later, mom was gone from pneumonia. Just like that she was gone and I was left with a big gaping hole in my heart and plenty of I wish and Why didn't I?
God Bless all of us orphans on the holidays.
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my boy informs me a kid brought a bullet to school
same thing --- school did nothing, no note sent home, no parents contacted, no suspension. it only makes me think if a child has access to a bullet, then there's access to a gun, right? he's only eight years old!! is this really what the world has come to?
Has anyone ever tried being a Creative Memories consultant ...sm
If so, how did that work out for you? I just signed on to supplement with transcription and was wanting to know if anyone else had tried this before.
Have a great day!!
What are your favorite childhood memories
Watching the kids in the neighborhood play takes me back to my childhood days. Lots of people say they would never go through childhood ever again but I would in a heartbeat. I'd like to hear what were the best things for you when you were growing up. Mine were
1. Playing all day and night on weekends and after school. My only concern was getting in the house before dark (or by supper time).
2. Grandma & Grandpa lived up the road so spent lots of time with them (they taught us how to do the polka to Lawrence Welk).
3. Didn't have to do any cooking. Everything was prepared for me. And, no laundry. Always had clean clothes hanging in the closet.
4. School. Learning, learning, learning and being with friends.
5. Being free enough to have imaginary friends and nobody would tell me I was losing my mind (or were they really imaginary????)
6. Girl Scouts (need I say any more).
7. The idea that I could be a ballerina, movie star, singer, or anything I wanted to be when I grew up and my parents entertained that as though it could become a real possibility for me.
8. Mom and dad tucking me into bed and kissing me good night.
9. Thanksgiving with the whole family over.
10. Best Christmas gifts were Lite Bright, Easy Bake Oven, Feely-meely, Incredible Edibles, Frisbee, Slinky, dolls, and anything that was not mechanical or electrical.
11. Ice skating, sledding parties, and slumbar parties.
12. Being innocent enough to not know about all the kooks and problems in the world while I had the protection of mom and dad always.
Well I could think of a ton of things, but those were the best times of my life. What are yours?
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