Trying to Get Over the Rainbow: Memories

Showing posts with label Memories. Show all posts

Showing posts with label Memories. Show all posts

Earthquake

Friday, January 6, 2012

The first Friday of the New Year and I’m sitting here pounding my head on the screen trying to knock a thought out. Not that I don’t have any but rather I have too many and I have to pick. Hummmm… which will be my expunged thought of the day?

I had this thought way back mid-last year but the timing was not right. I feel safe now in sharing this story and yes, it is a true story. My first Friday entry shall be a story.

Frantic Friday

Friday, August 26, 2011

Yes that is me on the beach!

“I wonder if Al Roker can float.” That is what I thought as I turned on the weather channel this morning. I have an extremely busy day scheduled, so knowing the weather was a must and to my surprise?

Al Roker is standing on a beach in Duck, NC. He must either make a ton of money or lost part of his brain with all that weight. I have been to Duck; in fact I have a ton of memories of Duck.

Let’s Go to the Fair

Wednesday, August 17, 2011

This post is in regards to state fairs and up front I want to say in NO way is this a slight on the tragedy in Indianapolis. My heart goes out to the victims and families.

Before that though I had been thinking of attending our state fair, it starts tomorrow. As a child I use to love going to the fair; all the visual stimulation, the melting pot of aromas, and of course all the freebies.

The thought occurred to me that each day the fair changes, how am I to pick the best day for my visit? What day would host the shows I really wanted to see? Yes, I let my fingers tickle the keys over the internet in search of what I deemed worthy shows. I’ll tell you right now, just slap me and knock the shock right off my face.

Hillbillies and Art Museums

Friday, June 17, 2011

I thought in honor of summer I would share a memory with you. I was writing an email to a friend and it reminded me of one of my many escapades which now is a real laughable memory. Do you have memories like that?

I have driven through Atlanta speeding but never before visited. Not this time. This time I would get time to visit the famed High Art Museum with Ms. Twister in tow.

Memorial Monday

Monday, May 30, 2011

I will make this quick. I still have a great deal to do this holiday. I wanted to wish you all happy Memorial Day and to encourage you to take a moment for those whom have gone before.

Wars have always both interested me and confused me. There are reasons when armed conflicts are necessary but still, never welcomed. Then there are wars when you just want to lock the two bullies in a closet and let them duke it out. Leave the rest of us out of it.

Derby memories and Mother Taught Me

Friday, May 6, 2011

Hey, do you have Kentucky Derby memories? Do you have plans for Mother’s Day? What a dilemma for Kentucky children.

I thought about sharing my Kentucky Derby memories and following with a special mother’s day post. But the more I thought about it, the more I realized, I don’t have that many derby memories.

Moments to Memories, Meltdown & MIA

Friday, April 15, 2011

Ever thought about the transformation of a moment? Those fractions of time we spend our lives collecting never really knowing their true worth; a personal library of moments if you will. When and how do we decide what is of value?

In a Moment

Friday, March 25, 2011

Have ever looked across a table into the eyes of another and realized the question they asked is painful? Do you defuse the situation with a flippant comment? Do you blow it off with a sigh or do you look away as if that question had not been asked?

Yesterday I had this opportunity not once, but twice. In an instant I had to stare into hurt eyes and respond. I am not equipped to deal with others pain. My coping mechanism is laughter but laughter is not always the best medicine.

Stormy Memories, Part 2

Monday, February 28, 2011

Have you ever been chased by a tornado? I mean a real, took Dorothy to Oz, tornado. Those rope looking cloud devils that on one hand can mesmerize you into a trance and on the other, inflict pain and destruction beyond belief. Honestly, I have.

I awoke this morning to that least favorite sound of mine, the storm siren. Warnings are going up for every county around and it made me remember. It brought back memories of storms I have been a part of and survived, for one the super outbreak of 1974. But, it was not until the mid-80’s that I became storm prey.

Do You Have Christmas Memories?

Tuesday, December 21, 2010

Yesterday I read a post by my blogging buddy Flowering Mama. Where she related how thankful she was for her country neighbors and it left an impression. I began to think about Christmas memories. Do you have Christmas memories?

I am not talking about those traditions we all go through year after year but memories. What pops in your head first when you think of Christmas past? Is it a gift, a place, a relative, maybe just a simple sense like the smell of pine?

As I spent the afternoon battling this cold, a pattern emerged. I began to realize my memories were nothing like what I expected. What I was remembering were not gifts or any monetary asset I had been bestowed but rather true Christmas memories.

Do You Have Ice Memories?

Tuesday, December 14, 2010

The memory of ice, yes my memory of ice. We are currently being warned of an impending ice storm and just the mention of this flooded my mind with memories. Have you ever experienced an ice storm?

The first ice storm I survived was major. A solid sheet of 1” thick ice covered everything by morning, though you do not sleep much in an ice storm. The first thing you notice will be the sound.

Have You Ever Had An X-Ray?

Monday, November 8, 2010

Today is the 115th anniversary of the X-ray, did ya know? Did ya know I have not one but two folders full of this lovely invention? True, I do, more is better isn’t it? Oh what stories these films could tell, have you had x-rays?

Looking back I sometimes wonder why I am not now a human glow stick? It is sad when one can assume an x-ray position with no outside coaching or instructions. So why have I had so many? What stories could these films tell?

It's Friday, Where Were You?

Friday, September 10, 2010

Yes it is Friday and I'm TIRED! I haven't had more than 2 hours sleep and as for the reason? Who knows, my hillbilly alarm clock must be screwed up again. Needless to say I'm running slow this morning. I have composed a memory and will include it but.....

Being that I'm sleep deprived you may want to stop right here and that is okay. I won't bore you any longer. The below memory is my tribute of what I took from 9/11. I hope it makes sense and if you are choosing to leave here let me wish you a fun, wonderful, football filled (if so inclined) weekend. If you are continuing, well...

A Beach of a Memory

Tuesday, August 31, 2010

The good angel finally won. So, thank you very much, I feel worlds better today. This morning though, I realized what brought on my angel struggle.

It was the longing for a beach. Being unemployed, there will be no beach trip this year. Just hearing about that fellow Earl brought back a beach trip memory I thought I might share. Hope you don’t mind.

For years we did a pilgrimage in early October to the Outer Banks of North Carolina. I love the place. It is unlike any other coastal community I have visited in the US. However getting to these barrier islands can be somewhat daunting to say the least.

A Sunday Relic

Sunday, August 15, 2010

There it sits, intentionally placed, all neatly stacked; it was not meant to be this way. It was not meant for a corner, not meant to be perfectly stacked and yet, there it sat. A lonely, corner keeper, all battered and worn; now was its mission. Oh, what had caused this battering and wear? Why had it survived?

Surely filling an empty void to her living room decor was not the original intent; the girl began to fantasize. Fantasize about how the neatly stacked objects had reached her living room, what contents had they held and more importantly, why were they so battered and worn. Had it been intentional?

Flying By The Seat of My Pants..

Friday, August 6, 2010

Last night, during a phone conversation with a relative, I was given flippant instructions. Nothing major or life altering; just an, off the cuff, comment that stuck in my head. Now some twelve hours later the sound of that comment still echoes. What on earth, "fly by the seat of my pants?”

Now exactly what does that mean? Are there pants out there equipped with a motor and propeller blades? “I think not and that most definitely would make my rear look big.” Oh, I get it, spontaneity!

Family Cookouts Belong in a Treasure Chest

Sunday, July 4, 2010

Yesterday I posted my intentions for celebrating the 4th of July by attending a family cookout and I wish to report it was a blast. Since it had been years since my fourth had included a family cookout I was not sure what to expect. So I have to ask, have ever thought about all the little family nuances that make getting together so much fun?

Take getting there. I have a knack for always being in the wrong lane on the interstate when it comes to making a right or a left choice. Yesterday was no exception, thanks to the “bitch in the box” though it was no problem. Turn on the GPS, go around the block and poof, you’re back on track. My arrival was achieved.

Arriving a wee bit early allowed me to view other guests as they arrived, priceless. Every family has a gypsy, don’t they? My mother is ours and apparently her invitation said, “Bring the farm.”

A Fish Story of the Golden Kind

Friday, July 2, 2010

Before I prepare for the holiday weekend I have to digress a bit and tell you a fish story. Since I am one who enjoys fishing this tale took me awhile to realize as truth. In fact, I have put off writing this post because I knew proof would be required, I have proof. So what is the fish story?

Well, several weeks ago while again touring the cemetery with my Grandmother and my Mother we drove by the duck ponds and paused. Yes, I know I spend a lot of time in the cemetery but it is a part of my grandmother and she loves the place. Who am I to deny her this simple pleasure?

Anyway, back to the fish story. As we sat there in front of the pond discussing past memories of feeding the ducks as children and all the antics my elders endured, I had a flash back of another creature we use to feed.

Antique Road Show: What Are These Worth?

Tuesday, June 29, 2010

I am a fan of the Antique Road Show and PBS in general. Have you watched the Road Show? Where people bring in all sorts of family relics in hopes that they too, have some valuable heirloom. Ever thought about what heirlooms you might possess?

Last night while watching the Road Show I began to think about all the so-called heirlooms I now possess. As I recalled the memories of dismantling my great-grandmother and grandmothers house I was stuck on one question, what was my family thinking?

Small Town Festivals and a Comic GPS

Monday, June 21, 2010

I must apologize for misleading you, I knew exactly what adventure I would get into this weekend but now that would not have been so enticing would it? I spent the weekend attending a free music festival here in Kentucky.

If you have never been to Kentucky it is full of small, Main street only towns that you can pass through in a blink of an eye. Henderson, Kentucky where the festival was held is a little larger than that but still a small city located right along side the Ohio River. Every year they hold a free Blues and Barbecue festival located in a riverside park. For the past 10 years this has become a “must do” summer outing for us.

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