I’ve managed to jot down a few memories here and there.  I thought I’d share a few with you today.  (Reason to be revealed later.)

Here are three I jotted down as just quick memories, and they took place when I was between the ages of 3-5 and lived in Grace, Idaho on a dairy farm.  They reveal a lot about me however, including that fact that I’ve always been and adventurer, romantic to the core, and inspired in my writing by my own past.  (Me and my Uncle Russell, below!)

014(The Adventurer in Me Revealed)
There was my red tricycle. In being quite the little tomboy, I can remember intentionally crashing my tricycle down the hill that was across the street from the house. It was great fun! It was during one of these daredevil stunts that I first tasted dirt. I decided that I really liked it! It had a good flavor and crunched very nicely. I don’t think I really made it a habit to eat dirt very often—just one in a while when I felt like chewing something nice and gritty.

(Romantic to the Core)
I also possessed a red wagon and a little red wheelbarrow. What romantic adventures and fun I would have with these items! The wagon made an ideal princess bed and the wheelbarrow was just the right shape and size to serve as the cradling arms of my beloved. Whether I was being rescued and carried to safety in the arms of a knight, a prince, or my darling Huckleberry Finn, on any given day the wheelbarrow served nicely, and I would lie in the arms of my champion and let him kiss me as much as he wanted. (Heavy sigh!)

(Inspired by My Own Past)
There was an immense lilac bush/tree in our front yard at the Lago house and if one, who was between the ages of 3 and 6, would crouch down, one could enter into the cavity behind and under the lilac tree and play in a hollow—the stuff of fairy tales! It was oh, so heavenly a fragrance to inhale ‘neath the lilac tree as I was playing. And when I was in a more adventurous frame of mind, I could slide down the tin roof of a building (garage I think) that was off to one side of the house, and land softly in a bed of cattails that grew in and around a small creek there. I still adore cattails to this very day. I consider them to also be the stuff of dreams and fairy tales.

Just three little ditties…and by no means life altering (I was being sarcastic before)…but kind of fun all the same.  🙂

DSC_0748Now, as you know, I TOTALLY love to read through things my mother has written!  She has such a way with painting a picture, an ambiance, etc. with words!  Here are some little ditties from her personal history that I love, love, love!  (My mom at age fourteen to the left!)

In the fall, the winds are quieter, the air is mellow, the angle at which the sun hits the earth causes the rays to be less harsh, the air appears to have a golden glow instead of the glaring white of summer, there are smells of warm grapes, apple cider, dill pickles, grape juice in the making, and apple, plum, and peach butter cooking, and the smell of burning apple wood and leaves in the air. Maybe not now, but all these aromas were in the fall air when I was young. Also waiting on the gentler breezes would be the smell of homemade bread again. One didn’t bake bread too often in the summer unless absolutely necessary and then only in the early morning. It was too hot to fire up the stove.

Winter was beautiful with snow, ice, and frost. Clear, crisp nights when, as the sun set, the sky would go through every shade of blue from pale blue to blue green to sky blue to royal blue to dark blue to black blue with the last rays of the sun at the sky blue and royal blue stages turning the clouds from white to gold to light pink to darker pink to gray. The stars would appear one by one—silvery, crisp, and distinct. The Milky Way could be seen stretching across the heavens, and then a crescent or full moon would appear to light up the frost forming in the air and settling on the ground or the frost diamonds resting on the snow of a few days before.

Darkness would have set in before I got off the bus at night. I sometimes would walk from the bus stop to home on the snowplowed road with the moonlight glistening on the snow on both sides. Before I reached the driveway, I would smell fresh baked bread, the cinnamon of fresh baked sweet rolls, and pinto beans cooking. Ahh! There’s not a person on earth who ever ate so well on a cold wintry night. For my after-school snack, Mom would let me have a small bowl of beans with lots of black pepper and a glass of good, cold, uncooked (unpasteurized) whole milk. Christmas is in the air. New Year’s Day comes and goes. Soon spring is in the air again.

Spring was hyper with winds blowing, machinery roaring, plants growing, birds chattering, twittering, singing, fighting, and frantically building nests, some getting intense. Don’t get me wrong. I love birds and do miss their chirping, twittering, and songs as they quiet down in late summer to raise their families, feed, and prepare to migrate. But, there was just a lot of activity and noise in the spring along with the birds.

Another treasure to me, is a manuscript my mom transcribed, of a conversation she had with her mother before she died.  You know my mom’s mother…my maternal grandmother, Opal Edith Switzler States (on the right in the photo below).  She was my inspiration for the heroine Cherry Ray in my book Sweet Cherry Ray!  The discussion these few little excerpts were transcribed from was done shortly before my grandma passed away.  I LOVE them!  They’re so insightful to the life she lived as a child!

(Trains and Bulls)
Juanita and I before coming to Colorado Ages 13-10 Juanita and Opal Switlzer - CopyAfter Daddy died, we still had Cousin Wren’s big ole Guernsey bull. Dad had a big padlock on the gate; I don’t know who unlocked the pen. I don’t know whether it was Palmer that called Mom and told her the ole bull was on the railroad track. He tried to get him off and cou1dn’t. When the train come along, he just ran at it sideways and cut his head off. Wren didn’t want Mom to keep a bull after Dad died anyhow. When Mom called Wren and told him, he said, “Well,” he said a’, “I’m glad it happened. I was scared to death you or one of the kids was going to get hurt out there.

(Chasing a Rattler)
Coming back down through there one day, a rattlesnake went and jumped at ole Tony’s (her horse) belly, and ah, I got off the horse and started chasing that thing. It crawled in a hole, and, like a dummy, I got down there and peeked at him. I could see that ole thing, so I stuck a rock in there, and went to the house and got a shovel and came back and dug him out and killed him. Boy! I tell you, that was awful!

So now you may be silently asking yourself, “And what’s the point to all this reminiscing?”

Well…I don’t really have one…Journals (i.e. personal histories) are absolutely one of the most precious things on earth!  If you’ve ever been given the opportunity to read an ancestor’s journal, then you know what I mean. Not only do they tell your story for your posterity, but they help you to remember it yourself.  They are a treasure…absolutely invaluable, and I regret that I never kept one.

I was just missing my grandma today, I guess. 🙁  Furthermore, I’ve set Monday as my official “Day to Blog” and it’s Monday!  Plus, I pulled a name out of my hat for the Princess Diaries DVD and need to let you know what the contest is THIS week on my blog, right?  🙂

Okay, last week’s winner is April Turner (who commented on my Facebook post about the blog)!  Congratulations, April!

As for this week’s contest…hmmm…let’s see.  How about this:  Since I’m feeling very nostalgic tonight, have you ever seen a cute little, romantic, great-life-lesson movie entitled, flippedFlipped?  If you haven’t, you must!!!  This week my contest is for a DVD copy of Flipped!  Just leave a comment…something YOU feel nostalgic about in your own life, here, on Facebook, Goodreads, etc. and you’re entered to win!  It’s a great movie!

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15 Responses to Reminiscing…

  1. Mippy says:

    I miss/feel nostalgic for being age 6. Life made more sense then, even though the grown ups in my world didn’t always make sense… life did.
    I miss the innocence and pure joy life was to meh. I believed I could do anything.
    I miss the moments of those first stolen kisses. I miss being able to be friends with boys and it never really got complicated. I miss the camaraderie and friendship I shared with neighbor children. The grandparents I adopted up and down the street. I miss the people and animals I would go visit. I miss getting hugs and lollipops for being good or brave, and I miss stickers for a job well done. I miss being 6 years old.

  2. Chelsea B. says:

    Thanks for sharing that walk with us!
    I get memory-hungry a lot of times. About people I used to know, things I did. I read a quote once that said something like: Sometimes you miss the memories, not the people. Personally, that’s the way I usually feel. Not all of the time. Sometimes I’ll miss that one special person who touched my life more than they could know. But usually, it’s the memories.
    I’ve never watched ‘Flipped’. I remember, a while back, watching the trailer on Youtube, but I guess I never caught the movie. Thank you for the givaway!

  3. April Turner says:

    My husband is from Grace, Idaho. We were just in Grace yesterday. Small world uh? We have another place in common, too.

    When I was 8-10 we lived in Rio Rancho, NM then Corrales NM. I remember playing in the desert ditches, catching lizards, watching hot air balloons. One balloon even landed in our yard when my brother and I were out catching lizards. I was 8 and very excited. I also remember riding our horses on the Mesa, and down to the Rio Grande.

    I have fond memories of being so free to roam.

  4. Carol says:

    I miss my neighborhood childhood that my kids never experienced because there just aren’t that many kids outside and around during the day anymore – pick-up games in the yard (cutting the lawn in a diamond for baseball – then having to re-cut before dad got home so it looked right!), riding mini-bikes through the corn-fields and having ‘corn stalk wars’ with the next ‘neighborhood’ group on the street, putting together ‘cheers’ while the guys played football, 7-up, 4-squarem and P-I-G on the driveway, setting up barbie and GI-Joe stuff all over the front yard/garden area…

  5. Lisa Hanson says:

    I miss riding my bike down a hill “hands free!” I always thought it was such a huge hill. When I go there today I see it as such a small hill but the thrill of the ride is still clear.

    Mostly, I miss the friendships of days gone by.

  6. Carol L says:

    Thanks Marcia for sharing your memories. Lately I’ve been missing a lot of people and special times in my life. Then I go searching through pictures. As long as we all have our special memories we can never really be alone. 🙂 I’ve never heard of the movie Flipped before.
    Thanks for your post today and the chance to win.
    Carol L

  7. Michelle Fidler says:

    I’m kind of nostalgic about my journals. Sometimes I would write down movies that I had seen on T.V. or books that I was reading. It’s fun to go back and read them, even if you may not remember much about the movie that you mentioned in your journal, especially if it was made for T.V. I remember seeing a good one called The Curse of the Pharaohs. It’s fun to see what I was watching, reading, and what music I was listening to. Now I keep a list of books that I’ve read.

    I still have the journals that we had to write for our high school English class. I remember that in class we were supposed to write in our journals every day, but a lot of kids didn’t. I enjoyed writing in mine and also writing long letters.

    I had a good childhood so I’m nostalgic about that too.

  8. Paige says:

    I love the smell of the regular chapstick. The ones with the black wrapper. Its the chapstick my dad used all the time while I was growing up, and every time I use it, I remember my daddy and all of the great childhood memories I have with him.

  9. Stacie Smith says:

    I consider my childhood one of the greatest one could ever have. I grew up in the beautiful country of Alaska and was able to take advantage of the beautiful nature. We had the luxury growing up of my dad working two weeks on and then he had two weeks off! What a life! We had a two week vacation every two weeks. One of my fondest memories was going up to a place called Chicken, Alaska. Our family did a lot of gold panning up there and we happened to come across this little shop where you could go down by a stream and pan gold. So, of course we had our pans with us so my sister and I got a pan full and started panning. We were only like 10 and 12, but we were pros. A man who brings down the dirt from a claim happened to come across us and was impressed that we knew how to use a gold pan and came up to our family and asked us to go up with him to his claim! Oh that was so much fun. Nothing is better than the great outdoors of Alaska.

  10. Rose Milligan says:

    Oooh yay! This is a great movie. Sorry for the sad comment. But lately a lot of tv shows have made me think about my dad. I watched a show about a baby’s first birthday, and it made me think of my family’s traditions. My mom would make a cake for the birthday baby. The baby would destroy the cake, and then my dad would lift us up in the air and give us a kiss. My mom has a picture of this from mine and each of my siblings’ birthdays. Now I can’t wait for my own daughter’s first birthday. Thanks for having the giveaway.

  11. Michelle Harden says:

    My maternal grandmother, who came to the US in 1953 from Germany has told me her life story (a lot of WW2 crazy things) and I’ve written them down and soon hope to make small books for my family. This woman is my hero, she is amazing, and as I’ve seen the affects of dementia starting to take hold of her, I’m so glad I got to spend my childhood in her home, and have her share her life and stories with me!

  12. Jessie says:

    I feel nostalgic over commuting up and down I-15 each day to work my first year teaching. Now that I live in Alaska, I miss the freeway, and in my memories it was always sunny and I was blaring Keith Urban with my windows down. I love nostalga (everythings better there)!

  13. librarypat says:

    I have never seen FLIPPED. Looks good. I miss the weekends when we were growing up. We lived out in the country. We had lots of cousins who lived in the city. There were 6 children in our family. On weekends we usually had a bunch of cousins stay with us. 15 kids made for great sleepovers. There were children of all ages.
    We would play hide and go seek well into the night. Lie out under the stars (no light pollution). Hike through the surrounding pastures and woods. It was great to not have a care in the world.
    During the day, aunts and uncles would be there. I can remember taking two or three loaves of bread and making sandwiches for the crew. My mom would grind up chunk baloney, dill pickles, mix with mayo and mustard to make a sandwich spread. May sound bad, but it is so good. My children love it too.

    Thanks for bringing back great memories.

  14. Kirsten E says:

    Several years ago I realized how important it is to write down any and all memories from growing up so I started doing it. It’s fun to reminisce but equally important for your posterity to have that history! I’ve never seen Flipped but I’m a sucker for sweet romance!

  15. bn100 says:

    watching old movies

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