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Post by rikita on Sept 5, 2010 18:20:20 GMT
i went to a high school reunion yesterday. i did not remember about 90 % of the people. that is, once i saw them i knew i knew them. but before, they wouldn't have occured to me.
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Post by bixaorellana on Sept 5, 2010 20:50:22 GMT
Gad, I got out of high school so long ago, I think my classmates would have to show up in masks of their young faces for me to even feel a twinge of recognition.
Looks like you've moved on in your life, Rikita!
Kerouac's witch triggered a memory ~~ Some of my relatives lived in a tiny hamlet in the corner of Mississippi where it juts into Louisiana. Across the street from my great-uncle's house there was a big, two-story, classically southern house, completely abandoned. The old man had died, and the widow would sit out on the porch rocker until she finally died too. My cousin said they were so used to seeing her out there that even after she was dead and he'd go out to get the morning paper, his mother would call after him, "Jerry, don't go out there in your pajamas -- Miss Rowena will see you!"
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Post by Kimby on Sept 16, 2010 6:37:35 GMT
I remember riding with my Mom in Grandpa's old Rambler, and she asked me to lock my door. That car had a locking system that used the door handle itself, either pulling up or pushing down on the door handle, whichever was the opposite of the motion to open it.
We were going around a corner when I tried to lock the door but pushed it in the wrong direction. The door flew open and I flew out, hanging onto the handle for dear life. Mom pulled over and dropped me on the curb. That was the last time she asked me to lock the door in that car!
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Post by bixaorellana on Oct 14, 2010 2:11:09 GMT
Kerouac is responsible for this memory bit, because of his photo at #107 here. That picture reminds me of a dreadful one-day job I once had. My regular job involved being a tour guide & driving a fake trolley car. It had been contracted out for some kiddy event at a shopping mall early one Sunday morning. All of the band members showed up wearing dark glasses and looking rough. It turned out I knew them all & they were all severely hung over. Maybe this was around Easter time, because there was a person in a bunny rabbit suit (I think). This creature danced around in its giant head and big fuzzy feet to the music of the badly sweating band. Finally, by some mercy of the cosmos, there was a break & the little celebrants took their shrill piping voices elsewhere for a while. The band & I all lit up and the Bunny pulled off its head. "Hey, you're a girl!" we all chorused. "Do you think they could get a guy to do this job?" she snarled back.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 20, 2011 6:52:07 GMT
This thread is a real treasury of stories. I keep thinking of things to tell, but so far I haven't found any story of mine that isn't already on the previous pages! Or else, of course, it is one of the more boring ones, which is why I didn't put it here.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 20, 2011 18:59:44 GMT
3 years old in Rwanda. I got up from my afternoon sleep and walked out the door of the kitchen. Big big snake in the courtyard. I wanted to pick it up but suddenly my nanny grabbed me in her arms screaming and ran inside. I don't think she told my mother so I did not say anything either. Shhhh.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 20, 2011 20:39:22 GMT
Do you remember it because of the "big big" snake or because of the nanny's reaction?
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Post by palesa on Aug 2, 2011 15:34:17 GMT
I remember when I used to post here ;D
So many new faces and so much has changed
Hello everyone .......
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Post by mickthecactus on Aug 2, 2011 16:20:38 GMT
Well, hello Palesa.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 2, 2011 17:09:18 GMT
Hi, Palesa! Good to see one of our pioneers back for a visit!
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Post by palesa on Aug 2, 2011 20:17:39 GMT
Hi, Palesa! Good to see one of our pioneers back for a visit! What do you mean one of the pioneers, I opened the dance floor, I waded in, not a single other member, I made and OP and sat and waited and kept refreshing my page. In no time at all people followed me (I may be the pied piper of forums ) and the dance floor soon filled up. I do lurk from time to time
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Post by Deleted on Aug 4, 2011 14:23:36 GMT
I was going to use the word pioneer as well,Palesa. I like your description much better. You and Happy Traveller were my first online friends,you used to come online the same time of early a.m. (for me anyway), and we had some great fun and have gone on to become dear friends. It was a happy time I remember so well. Nice to see you on here.
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Post by palesa on Aug 4, 2011 15:12:11 GMT
Wow, this is such a lovely thread. Never in my wildest dreams did I think it would still be around. Some lovely reading.
Thank you for all sharing your random memories
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Post by Deleted on Aug 4, 2011 17:11:58 GMT
Memories come and go, so sometimes this thread moves and sometimes it sleeps. Recently, I remembered something that I had completely forgotten and will be posting about it soon. Some aspects of it are so amazing that I will have to consult with my (older) brother about certain details when he comes to visit in December.
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Post by bixaorellana on Aug 4, 2011 18:25:22 GMT
Can't wait, Kerouac!
It's thoroughly wonderful to see the lovely Palesa here on the dance floor she was so instrumental in polishing & populating, even though I love visiting her on the Pot as well. (*snicker*)
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Post by cheerypeabrain on Aug 4, 2011 19:14:52 GMT
Such evocative descriptions.... ;D great stuff
Summer 2009. I was in the flower border in our garden, weeding. It was wonderfully warm and I was surrounded by glorious scents and beautiful flowers. A large bumble bee was buzzing around the heliotrope when it slowly hovered around me...deciding to settle on my thigh as I knelt amongst the flowers. It sat there for what seemed like ages, grooming it's fur with it's legs...then it buzzed away...
I was well chuffed. ;D
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Post by palesa on Aug 4, 2011 19:29:18 GMT
Random memory
Bix used to have sparkly red shoes
I love it when you visit me on The Pot dear Bix ;D
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Post by Kimby on Aug 23, 2011 2:37:40 GMT
Was checking with my mother about whether her calendar for October would allow her and Dad to come visit us in Montana. She said her dance card had openings.
Dance cards. I'd totally forgotten about them. But when I was a child, our town was small enough that the high school could not afford to hire a band for prom unless they opened the dance up to the whole community. As a little girl, I loved seeing her in her dress, and especially loved the gardenia corsage Dad would get her. It would linger in the refrigerator for a week or so and I would steal snootfuls of its heavenly scent whenever I could.
I also remember the little folding booklet with the tiny pencil attached to it, the dance card. (I think she only danced with Dad, but I don't know that.)
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Post by Deleted on Aug 23, 2011 6:47:05 GMT
I have never seen a dance card, but I have heard of their purported existence.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 3, 2012 7:18:55 GMT
I remember the March of Dimes in Gulfport, Mississippi. This was some sort of national charity whose gimmick was to take donations of 10 cents and line up the coins on the pavement for blocks and blocks. They were in some sort of plastic strip, and to a little boy, it was very impressive to see all of this money lying on the ground (maybe a couple of hundred dollars! ) . I wasn't even able to find of vintage photo of these events on the internet.
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Post by bixaorellana on Apr 3, 2012 15:02:11 GMT
That kick-started memories for me. Actually, the volunteers in your area must have been pretty intrepid, as I don't remember the "mile of dimes" anywhere I lived. (tried to find it online, & only found one reference to the event, by a motorcycle club in New England) What I remember was much tamer -- local housewives making the rounds for the charity. I also remember it being focused on polio. I looked it up: In the mid-1960s, the organization focused its efforts on the prevention of birth defects and infant mortality, which became its mission thereafter. SourceThis is an interesting site: americanhistory.si.edu/polio/howpolio/march.htm
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Post by mich64 on Apr 3, 2012 20:31:36 GMT
Coincidentally, today, I attended my first seminar for ABI (Acquired Brain Injury) survivors presented by the March of Dimes. They are quite active here hosting support groups, seminars and exercise groups for survivors and for caregivers.
Our speaker today was a man who has suffered two different brain injuries. His first when he was 2 years old, from a fall and the second for a car accident 10 years ago.
I was overwhelmed by the similarities of the recovery process and the skills lost. Again, I was confronted with acceptance but he impressed upon us not to give up on further improvements. I felt better today, I am happy I went.
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Post by bixaorellana on Apr 4, 2012 2:19:19 GMT
Talk about happy fate, Mich -- this couldn't have come at a better time for you! I'm so happy for you.
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Post by Deleted on May 12, 2012 16:12:57 GMT
I have a random memory of when my fat ass used to actually fit into these jeans.
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Post by rikita on May 13, 2012 16:36:13 GMT
i remember how i wouldn't eat cheese cake for several years, because my cousin (who is two years older) told me that you get stinky feet (in german "käsefüße" = cheese feet) when you eat it.
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Post by Deleted on May 13, 2012 16:48:36 GMT
I didn't eat cheesecake until I was an adult because the name is wrong!
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Post by rikita on May 13, 2012 20:22:33 GMT
hm, that is an interesting reason not to eat something... would you have eaten it if it had been offered to you under a different name?
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Post by Deleted on May 13, 2012 20:32:36 GMT
Absolutely. If they had just said "strawberry cream pie" or "bittersweet cake" I'm sure I would have given it a try, although I might not have liked it. I absolutely despised French cream puffs as a child because they were made with crème fraîche which was not sweet, and as a little kid I wanted something disgustingly sweet instead.
When anybody said "cheesecake," all I heard was "cheese".
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Post by rikita on May 15, 2012 18:46:59 GMT
strawberry cream pie... hm that reminds me that in america cheese cake has strawberries nad is creamier, right? well german one is a bit different...
btw, was your problem the word cheese, or the knowledge that the name is wrong?
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Post by Deleted on May 16, 2012 9:08:45 GMT
Since I didn't eat it, I didn't know that the name was wrong. I was imagining something like emmenthal being passed off as a dessert.
American cheesecake doesn't necessarily have fruit flavouring, but often it does.
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