Category: Memories FOR Amara

These are memories from my own childhood that I wanted to be sure and share with Amara while I still remember them..

Caffeine Crazies

Grandma Kc wrote this on October 4th, 2014 28 Replies

This is a special memory from my own childhood. I don’t know how my mother got up in time for work when we lived in Michigan. I do know that when we moved to California it became my responsibility to get up, make her coffee, bring it to her and wake her up. I would Read the Rest

Her First Crush

Grandma Kc wrote this on September 19th, 2014 25 Replies

This is a special memory from my own childhood. This story isn’t exactly about me it is about my sister, Judy. But I was there to watch it all. I think she was in kindergarten so I would have been in 1st grade. It was probably springtime as I remember we were upstairs in our Read the Rest

Burning My Scalp

Grandma Kc wrote this on September 5th, 2014 14 Replies

This is a special memory from my own childhood. There were tulips blooming along the side of the house so it was probably May in Michigan. I had taken a bath and washed my own hair so I must have been at least seven. I think it was a Saturday morning and I was about Read the Rest

My First Book

Grandma Kc wrote this on August 30th, 2014 20 Replies

This is a special memory from my own childhood. I think I was 9 or 10 when I bought my very first book. I’d had lots of book when I was little. One of my favorites was a Golden book about a bear who tried to steal honey. He jumped in the lake to escape Read the Rest

Going Home

Grandma Kc wrote this on August 24th, 2014 34 Replies

This is a special memory from my own childhood. It all started when I found out that the USARSA National Championships (skating) would take place in Grand Rapids, Michigan. I decided to go. It was early in 1970 and I was twenty with a full time job working at the telephone company and living with Read the Rest

My Worst Year Ever

Grandma Kc wrote this on August 15th, 2014 24 Replies

This is a special memory from my own childhood. Before my parents finally got divorced, my mother would always threaten my Dad that she would divorce him and take us girls to California. She finally sold the farm and she packed the backseat and trunk with everything we would take. She had hired a company Read the Rest