Welcome to the June 23rd edition of Heads Or Tails!
- HoT Week #96 -
The theme/prompt for THIS week, June 23, is:
TAILS - "Summertime memory"
Since this is TAILS your summertime memory needs to be a real memory of yours. It can be a childhood memory, a memory from teens years or later. It can even be from last week.
When I first saw the theme for today, I thought...wow, this will be hard.
I remember very little about my childhood.
Oh I remember a rare fishing trip with my dad. I remember a car accident on the way to an outdoor drive inn movie with my mom.
But, when I really tried to think of a fun summer memory from my past, I sadly realized that I could barely remember a summertime memory at all, in my childhood.
So, then I thought about my teenage years. And although I can remember a lot of foolish behavior from that time, I still couldn't come up with a fond summertime memory.
When I was in late 20s..early 30s I was married to a man who was very much of an outdoors man. We had a boat and camper and would take 2 or 3 days a month and spend a long weekend at a local lake. My mind just went crazy with overflow when I began to think about the things we did on those trips. We always had other couples come and camp beside us.
We popped popcorn and made s'mores in the evening, while we sat around in our lawn chairs, telling stories or just hashing over the days events. We generally had beer and margaritas flowing freely.
Occasionally, we would see a midnight streaker flying by on skis behind a boat. we tried to have flashlights close by to really see the streaker, but we really never got a good look.
We water skied all day long, leaving us sore and tired. We slept good at night and got up early in the mornings. We'd fix an outdoor breakfast of bacon, eggs and pancakes. As soon as breakfast was over, the guys and the kids started the boating, while us gals cleaned up and washed the breakfast dishes.
When the camping was done and we went home there was always a lot of laundry and cleaning up to do. We spent several hours cleaning the sand out of the camper and washing out the boat.
We were always sun burnt as can be and exhausted when we got home. But, we always looked forward to our next trip to the lake.
Now when I remember how much work we had to go through to get ready for the trip and all the work and clean up there was when we got home from the trip, I wonder why we looked forward to our next trip so much.
So, I would never have guessed this would be a summer memory choice for me, because I have lots of sad memories of being married to that man. But, the summer fun at the lake we had as a family is a good summer memory for me!
- HoT Week #96 -
The theme/prompt for THIS week, June 23, is:
TAILS - "Summertime memory"
Since this is TAILS your summertime memory needs to be a real memory of yours. It can be a childhood memory, a memory from teens years or later. It can even be from last week.
When I first saw the theme for today, I thought...wow, this will be hard.
I remember very little about my childhood.
Oh I remember a rare fishing trip with my dad. I remember a car accident on the way to an outdoor drive inn movie with my mom.
But, when I really tried to think of a fun summer memory from my past, I sadly realized that I could barely remember a summertime memory at all, in my childhood.
So, then I thought about my teenage years. And although I can remember a lot of foolish behavior from that time, I still couldn't come up with a fond summertime memory.
When I was in late 20s..early 30s I was married to a man who was very much of an outdoors man. We had a boat and camper and would take 2 or 3 days a month and spend a long weekend at a local lake. My mind just went crazy with overflow when I began to think about the things we did on those trips. We always had other couples come and camp beside us.
We popped popcorn and made s'mores in the evening, while we sat around in our lawn chairs, telling stories or just hashing over the days events. We generally had beer and margaritas flowing freely.
Occasionally, we would see a midnight streaker flying by on skis behind a boat. we tried to have flashlights close by to really see the streaker, but we really never got a good look.
We water skied all day long, leaving us sore and tired. We slept good at night and got up early in the mornings. We'd fix an outdoor breakfast of bacon, eggs and pancakes. As soon as breakfast was over, the guys and the kids started the boating, while us gals cleaned up and washed the breakfast dishes.
When the camping was done and we went home there was always a lot of laundry and cleaning up to do. We spent several hours cleaning the sand out of the camper and washing out the boat.
We were always sun burnt as can be and exhausted when we got home. But, we always looked forward to our next trip to the lake.
Now when I remember how much work we had to go through to get ready for the trip and all the work and clean up there was when we got home from the trip, I wonder why we looked forward to our next trip so much.
So, I would never have guessed this would be a summer memory choice for me, because I have lots of sad memories of being married to that man. But, the summer fun at the lake we had as a family is a good summer memory for me!
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17 comments:
That is a nice story and nice to remember the good things.
Anne
THANKS!!!! thanks for stopping in! Hugs!
L
That sounded like great fun. I guess there's always a bit of light amongst the dark.
What a great story and great memories. The camping trips certainly have to make up for the sad memory of the man you were married to. They sound like they were a lot of fun and I'm happy for you for that. Aloha
Sounds a lot like fun, I'd say. Except for the time when arriving back home and laundry. Ewwww.
My HoT is now posted. Come join me...have a scoop or two!!
For the record, it didn't have to be a fun or fond memory but so far that's what I've seen at the posts of others.
My first marriage lasted for 25 years and although most of the years were not pleasant, we too went camping. Those were good days! we were tent campers but the preparation and cleanup was about the same, I would imagine.
Talking about sitting by the campfire, cooking outdoor breakfasts.. all good, good memories.
fun fun fun sandy
Remembering the good things is healing for one's soul. I too remember all the work associated with camping. We cleaned everything up that I too wondered why we went. I guess it was because the kids had so much fun. I enjoyed sitting around the campfire and the breakfast cooked in the morning. Yummy.
It is so nice when we are able to remember the good things too eh! Sounds like it was fun at the lake :)
Good memories among the bad. I guess that sums up life for most people.
I'm glad you had those good times.
Ooh, the very thought of boating makes me queasy! (I got seasick on a ferry.) The rest of it sounds great though! :)
I always wanted to water ski, but I can't swim. I grew up near Lake Erie, so that's pretty sad actually. lol
LOL well it's never to late to learn...maybe start with something smaller than lake Erie tho...LOL
Yeah, camping is a lot of hard work...but worth it if you can get out there...LOL! I am glad that you have some good memories from that marriage..
thanks for the HOTs visit to my blog. I don't do the diving board dives anymore either. Oh... water skiing... I did that last weekend for the first time in 30 years.... insane. (sorry I missed monday's meme... perhaps an email reminder like Barb does could help me...?)
Glad that you have those pleasant memories of camping...it does sound wonderful.
thanks to all for your visit to my Summertime memory blog!!!!!!
Hugs to all of you! Lani
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