Monday, April 15, 2013

I Remember

Note: In my day, in Hawaii, grades 1 to 6 comprised elementary school. Grades 7 to 9 comprised intermediate school and grades 10 to 12 were high school. 

I remember ...

I remember the faint smell of something burning when I got my (very successful) Lasik surgery on my eyes in 1997.

I remember flavoring the home-popped popcorn with Kraft's Grated Parmesan Cheese and loving it at first but getting tired of it after several minutes.

I remember being very surprised and slightly nervous when a very handsome and popular boy walked across the room at an intermediate school school dance and asked me to dance with him.

I remember how quickly smelling salts brought me back to consciousness when I was on the verge of passing out on the cot in the nurse's office in elementary school.

I remember feeling bad and left-behind when my friend Marilyn began to get better grades in math than I did in fourth grade.

I remember crying and running out of the kitchen away from the dinner table when my father flippantly commented that my cooking wasn't so good. This was in my high school years.

I remember how a tough spark plug of a girl challenged me to a fight in intermediate school. She didn't even know me and we had no classes together.

I remember how sick I felt when I had my first taste of liver at the high school cafeteria.

I remember sewing about five or seven new dresses during final exam week at U.C.L.A. because I couldn't take the stress of studying any longer.

I remember how beautiful I thought Sandra Roman was in tenth grade in Hawaii.

I remember being in a sociology class in college when they announced on the P.A. system that John F. Kennedy had died from gunshot wounds in Dallas, Texas.

I remember my mother disciplining me when I was in intermediate school with hard whacks to the shoulders and back using wooden hangers.

I remember my father carrying me  on his shoulders as he waded into San Souci Beach in Hawaii.

I remember making chocolate fudge from scratch when I was in 4th grade.

I remember sharing the fudge with my friend Marilyn in 4th grade.

I remember how my husband always listened as though I were telling him the most important thing.

I'd really like to know what you remember.


Jo said...

What wonderful memories you have.

I remember when I was ten years old, on an outing with my Brownie troup, finding a perfect four-leaf clover in a meadow. It was a beautiful sunny day, and I thought it was the happiest day of my life.

I also remember sitting on the lawn, on the bank of the Somass River on summer afternoons, chatting with my father, whom I adored. He called me kidlet. :-)

Lorna said...

IJo, wish I had such memories of my father. -L

Shelly said...

I love especially your memory here of your husband.

I have a freakishly long memory, and my earliest memory was when I was about 16 months old, because it was before my sister was born when I was 17 months old. I can remember in detail many, many things that kind of astound people still.

Lorna said...

@Shelly --- I think that that would make an excellent post! I wish you would write about it.

HermanTurnip said...

Ahhh, the good and the bad, all memories which should be treasured. After all, they usually come to define who we are.

Some of your memories made my smile, others frown, but all were immensely entertaining and thought-provoking.

Great post!

Pearl said...

I remember to come to work on a regular basis. :-)


CrystalChick said...

What an interesting list of memories!
Some days my memory is pretty good and others I can't remember what I had for dinner the night before.
Hmm... let's see, what is coming to mind right now...
*We had a huge lilac bush in our yard growing up. It's still my favorite flower.
*I was out to dinner with my mom while in either 11th or 12th grade and when we got home we found out that my father had fallen from a ladder at work and was in the hospital. That was scary, but he ended up being okay!
*I remember sitting on my girlfriend's front steps watching cars go by and playing a game... 'There goes one'. When it's your turn you decide on something specific, like 'red' cars or cars with a headlight out, or cars with a dent, etc. and then whenever one goes by with that characteristic you say 'there goes one' and the other players have to try and guess. It was hard because you only have a few seconds as the car drives past to try and figure it out.

That's all I have right now.

Lorna said...

@Crystal Chick Sometimes I regret cutting down the lilac tree in my back yard. It was overhanging too much and I needed to make space for my new dog.

A Lady's Life said...

It's amazing how all fragments of memories get collected like this and pop out at you.
The good, the bad the regular daily stuff.
They all make you who you are lol

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