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..

Why I hate to be late

Grandma Kc wrote this on January 3rd, 2014 17 Replies

This is a special memory from my own childhood. I will never forget my first day of kindergarten. I had been so excited to start school. Back then, you had to be five by December 1st in order to start. I was 16 days late. Another reason I hated my birthday! Later when I was Read the Rest

Just Let Me Sleep

Grandma Kc wrote this on December 27th, 2013 18 Replies

This is a special memory from my own childhood. I have always been a good sleeper. My sister did not like to sleep. She hated going to sleep at night but more than anything, she hated taking naps. I loved my naps! This was a problem. A problem caused by the fact that we slept Read the Rest

The many times Dad lost us

Grandma Kc wrote this on December 20th, 2013 19 Replies

This is a special memory from my own childhood. One of my best childhood memories is of the pine trees my Dad grew. I am not sure how many of the 49+ acres was used to raise them I just know I loved those trees. No matter what the time of year they were the Read the Rest

My Birthday vs Christmas

Grandma Kc wrote this on December 13th, 2013 31 Replies

This is a special memory from my own childhood. Do you see the birthday cake sitting in front of me? It was 1952 and I was celebrating my 3rd birthday at my Grandparents house. I don’t remember that birthday but I do remember that house. I remember that for a long time there was a Read the Rest

The Softball Stage

Grandma Kc wrote this on December 6th, 2013 12 Replies

This is a special memory from my own childhood. Many of my childhood memories seem to revolve around food! I must have been at least 8 years old when my sister (7) and I and her best friend decided to make peanut butter fudge. I have no idea what possessed us to do it and Read the Rest

The Pumpkin Pie Fiasco

Grandma Kc wrote this on November 29th, 2013 15 Replies

This is a special memory from my own childhood. I’m not sure how old I was when this all happened but I am guessing I was about five. I was old enough to know how to turn on the oven but I wasn’t old enough to read a recipe. Our mom was sick and while Read the Rest