This weeks Challenge
“Childhood Memories“
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#1- this challenge is probably one of the best ones anyone has offered. It’s been a hard challenge for me because I have very little really interesting or colorful to post. The above is the house I grew up in. It’s changed a lot. Besides getting older, trees I knew well are missing, the color isn’t the same, the old porch is closed in (probably giving a lot more living space to owners) and mom’s flowerbed is long gone. There are a lot of memories in the house. I used to roller skate in the street and on the sidewalk running to the left and a lot of my blood was spilled on the hill headed toward the park on the right. The blood in itself brings a lot of memories back. I remember the doctor visit, the stitches and the kids outside the window after I came back home. It was my head that was split by a flying swing on the swing set in the park. I’m not sure if I am dumber or smarter after the incident.
#2- You have seen photos of this tree before. It grows in the park down the hill from my house and it’s the only thing I remember, left in this park. Everything else familiar stands on the streets running horizontally and vertically to it. All homes, and I can tell you the names of the people who lived in them then. I still know where every rabbit cage, chicken coop and grape arbor was. And there was a culvert I used to climb through, now covered with dirt. It was much more fun then, meaning 55 to 60 years ago.
#3- This is the White Castle Menu and definitely not the one I grew up with, not the spot, the building nor the food variety. The hamburgers have not changed, they still, if you eat too many, guarantee a bit of indigestion but we eat them somewhat regularly. Moderation is the key and to be honest, I love the taste. When mom said we would have White Castles for a meal, we thought we had died and gone to heaven. I love the double cheeseburger and I can eat a max of two (these burgers are not huge in case anyone is wondering per my appetite). For White Castle Hamburgers, follow the link.
#4- I went to school here (Reading Public School) from kindergarten through high school graduation. We walked the distance, which wasn’t far, about 10 blocks from home. I spent many a day with my neck craned backward and upward, looking at the blue sky as I walked, to and from school. I think my love of clouds and airplanes began on those walks. The school I started in (I was in this buiding from Kindergarten through the 4th grade) is no longer there. I remember it, and and its cloak rooms, and steps to other floors, and being torn down, quite well, to make way for the new. One of the janitors knew I was interested in fossils and gave me some, found during the digging. I had them well into being grown, but the rock collection they were part of has now disappeared. This school system had/has a good educational program and a good program for gym, but it didn’t have a pool, something so many schools have. One thing I loved they did have, two very nice auditoriums and 2 stage. The school system regularly brought shows into its auditoriums, live and movies. I have never forgotten one of the movies, “Seven Brides for Seven Brothers” dated 1954. I added it to my collection of DVD a few years ago. From the date of the movie, I believe movies were very current when shown at school, something I find interesting. It cost us a quarter to see the shows, and my husband says it was probably equal to $2.50 now. Hearing the amount makes me know it was a lot of money for mom to hand us, but she always found the money for the shows.
#5- One of the things I regret in the home we live in is, I can’t see sunsets or sunrise. My house faces north and south and if I’m desperate to see a sunrise, I must go out into the street early mornings. This particular sunset is photographed from the hill above the house I grew up in. It’s windows faced east and west and so every sunset that ever happened, when I lived there, was seen from the upstairs windows and the glow could be seen from those downstairs. Sunsets are probably my most vivid of memories and this scene, if the resolution were good, and we could move forward to look over the hill, toward the sunset, we would look down on my house. I also did a lot of sled riding from the top of this hill. My photos, though few and not so exciting, are very nostalgic for me.
Thanks always for your comments.
Have a great week and keep on taking those photos.
#1- this challenge is probably one of the best ones anyone has offered. It’s been a hard challenge for me because I have very little really interesting or colorful to post. The above is the house I grew up in. It’s changed a lot. Besides getting older, trees I knew well are missing, the color isn’t the same, the old porch is closed in (probably giving a lot more living space to owners) and mom’s flowerbed is long gone. There are a lot of memories in the house. I used to roller skate in the street and on the sidewalk running to the left and a lot of my blood was spilled on the hill headed toward the park on the right. The blood in itself brings a lot of memories back. I remember the doctor visit, the stitches and the kids outside the window after I came back home. It was my head that was split by a flying swing on the swing set in the park. I’m not sure if I am dumber or smarter after the incident.
Comments (8)
Great pictures! I love the first one… old houses brings a lot of memories. Fortunately for me, I still live in our old house with my family.
Enjoy the weekend!
Lots of lovely memories here Becca,you are lucky you can still visit the old places when you want to,it makes me want that trip back to England even more, on my last visit i didn’t take long enough to just stand and remember, i will next time though, The photo of your house reminds me that i grew up in three differnt houses in the same town, your tree shot reminds mme of the place they hold the village fair every year, and the school as well reminds me of the two i attended, both within walking/bike riding distance from home. burger bars just didnt exist!
hope you had a nice week end.
Tim.
Nostalgia and warmth!
Great childhood memories. I must try to do this challenge.
Amazing colours in that sunset, and the other photos, though personal to you, evoked memories in me – I imagined my old house and school. I’m afraid though that the burger menu or anything remotely similar has no parallels in my memories. Mum was a staunch eat at home or take it with you type, so eating out was an almost non-existant happening (I’m trying to make up for it now).
As we moved several times while I was young I have several old houses and areas I can go back to, which is nice. A few weeks ago Karon and I went back to Blewbury, where I spent my teens, and I saw my old Art master – asked if I was interested in going to Venice next September on a painting trip with him and about 30 others. May well do.
that was great to read and hear about your childhood memories.
I imagine you, Becca , playing in the street in friont of your birth house on the first photo. I feel your emotion because I feel this when I go to my birthplace and see my ancient quarter and my parents’ house . All of things have changed since and I feel melancholic . And yes the sunset were more beautiful at this time .
Love
Michel
Wonderful post. I understand about the sunsets…my husband and I both love them. He even pays attention to the orientation of a home before renting or buying…we’re in the military so we have occasional opportunities for change.