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..

The D Word

Grandma Kc wrote this on May 9th, 2014 25 Replies

This is a special memory from my own childhood. Writing all of these stories about my childhood has been fun and it has been good for me, too. It let me remember some of the wonderful fun things that happened on the farm when I was young. Nevertheless, eventually I have to talk about what Read the Rest

More about Fried Hair

Grandma Kc wrote this on May 2nd, 2014 28 Replies

This is a special memory from my own childhood. My sister and I were both born with perfectly straight hair. I told you about the time that my mother melted the spongies in my hair but that wasn’t the first time she tortured us in an effort to make our hair curl! I have proof Read the Rest

The Christmas Chemist

Grandma Kc wrote this on April 25th, 2014 24 Replies

This is a special memory from my own childhood. There are certain Christmas presents that I will always remember. I have often told Amara about the perfume set that I got when I was a little girl. Amara loves to take bubble baths and play chemist while she is in the tub. She mixes different Read the Rest

Troubled Toes

Grandma Kc wrote this on April 18th, 2014 15 Replies

This is a special memory from my own childhood. My sister Judy and I always wanted to have a swimming pool. We certainly had plenty of room for one. There were at least two springs on the farm. One was hidden under the back porch. They found out about it when Judy put her foot Read the Rest

Don’t Drink the Kool-aid

Grandma Kc wrote this on April 11th, 2014 22 Replies

This is a special memory from my own childhood. I was probably 8 years old the summer that I joined the softball team. It wasn’t a team like the one you think of today, partly because our town was so small. This was one of the summer activity held at The Wright Street Park, which Read the Rest

Burnt Offerings

Grandma Kc wrote this on April 4th, 2014 25 Replies

This is a special memory from my own childhood. I don’t really remember what occasion first took my sister Judy and me to the skating rink but I know whatever it was we both came home begging to go back. From there it went to begging for group lessons, which quickly led to private lessons Read the Rest