Rhonda

I learned to do this too with a blade of striped grass. But now I can still do it without the grass. You just have to hold your hands and your mouth just right! Sounds like a train whistle.

grayma

Friday nights were grocery shopping nights. Afterwards we go to an Aunt and Uncle's house and have pretzels and soda. We thought that was such a treat, because we never had that at home. We watched wrestling on TV at their house, too. Now that I am an adult, I always wonder about those groceries sitting in the trunk of the car until we went home.

Greenheron

Summer evenings we sat in the backyard and enjoyed the night air, the smell of the river, catching lightening bugs and letting them go. I would sit on my father's lap as he rocked in an old metal garden chair and listen to his heartbeat.

When we went inside, if the upstairs was still too hot for sleeping, he'd turn on the radio for us to listen for a while. Sigh.

Ilovemydogs

When I was in grade school, my mom didn't work. I would walk home from the bus stop (about a block away) and she would sit me on the sink and wash my feet and then I would sit in my dad's chair at the table and have a snack and chat. Awesome. :-)

Radiana

Once ever other year Aunts and Uncles and Grandparents would meet at the beach for a barbeque. The moms would be sunbathing and the dads playing cards and the kids getting their feet wet and playing in the sand. My grandparents were tending the barbeque. My grandfather could not live a day without his pasta and because there were so many of us he had to bring his Army size boiling pot. All I remember about those times was our moms telling us to go see if the pot was boiling and the uncles just laughing their heads off and every so often yelling over to my grandfather............Hey Pop you got the water boiling? We were all so hungry but my uncles seemed to be just fine, of course they were they were plastered on beer before we got to eat.

Pat P

My grandmother would collect rainwater strain it thru muslin and the heat it on the stove. Outside we would go with a porscelain dishpan and she would wash my hair after rinsing she would add a dash of vinegar for the final rinse. Very few young people know rainwater is soft water. One of my fondest memories is doing dishes. Grams never had hot water in her kitchen. Dishes were placed in a large dishpan filled with water and put upon the stove to heat slightly, the teakettle was heated to boiling for rinsing. Everything was washed, dried and placed in the Sellar type cupboard manys the night we laughed about something till we cried. She taught me how to crimp a pie shell edge (I was 6) to this day whenever I do this she is standing right by my side. She would pull out her fabric scraps and make my tiny doll a bonnet, skirt and apron with only a needle and thread. I asked her to do my hair up in rags as she did this with all of her 6 girls a hair full of rags is hysterical but did I end up with beautiful long curls! She was an angel to me.

Aubo

One of my favorite memories is one of my cousins and I playing in her back yard. She had a dog, so there was a tie out back there hooked to the porch. My cousin and I had to only be about 6 and 4, respectively, and my little cousin only about 3. We would 'fish' off the porch, and use my little cousin as the fish. We'd make him run around the yard and throw this tie out at him as our line, and then we'd take turns running out and hooking it to his belt loop, and drap him across the yard and onto the porch. And once, we made him eat a worm since he was the fish. We told him he could never see grandma again if he didn't eat it, and he did!

mcdaniel023

One of my favorite memories was card night at my Great Aunt Clara's. Everyone played. If you were too little you sat on someone's lap. Tables were set up in everyroom. All of my mom's family came. They were German and loud and knew how to have a good time. There was always the best food. Lemon Meringue pie, Polish Surprises, German potato salad... and so much love. Miss those times.

frauhahn

Walking alone to grandma's after dark-no one would allow a teenage girl to do this nowadays. Then I'd sit and drink coffee with grandma and discuss all of my important issues. I felt so grown up! Visiting my other grandma when I was small. She always had the best sour cream cookies in the jar!

NauDeeGal

When in elementary school, my dad worked an afternoon shift factory job plus owned his own home improvement business. The rare times dad was between jobs or got rained out he would pick us up from school for lunch and bring us home and make us grilled cheese sandwiches and a bowl of soup for lunch. He always made sure that we had dill pickles to go with our sandwiches too. BTW we called our grilled cheese sammiches, not sandwiches. Dad always went out of his way to spend as much time with us kids as he could because he worked a lot and make that time as special as possible for us. Everytime I have a grilled cheese sandwich with a pickle to this day I think of those times dad picked us up from school to spend lunchtime with us.

A lot of summer days I went to work with Dad on his side jobs, so that I could spend more time with him. I was such a daddy's girl. I still am really. I was climbing roofs, snapping chalk lines and passing shingles and nails to the guys at the ripe age of 4. Or helping carry lumber to one of them for inside remodeling jobs. I also was allowed to mix cement in a wheelbarrow, until it got too heavy for me to do. Yes, I am still a tomboy to this day.