Interesting posts when people reminisce
But if it's 50 years ago, or even 20 years ago, memories fade, events may be more imagined than real, and some may even be a dream
22-25, F
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allygator18 · 22-25, F
@robb65 Right...but are they real, and did they happen...things may stay with you and linger, and sometimes you think, did they happen....the way you think
robb65 · 56-60, M
@allygator18 Some things are clear. Some details not so much. My oldest sister was born when I was about 3, I can remember before she was born and when she came home from the hospital.
My dad's mother died before I was born and my grandfather remarried when I was really young (can't remember him not being married). I can't place the exact date but that seems to have been when I was around 3. I remember the reception and my dad's youngest stepsister being there and trying to keep me entertained. I must have already known her but can't remember anything definite before the wedding. There was a depression in my grandfathers front yard where an old well had been filled in, I remember me and her playing in that depression but it could have been a year or two later (still over 50 years ago). I can't remember for sure if the wedding was before or after my sister was born I think before, so I may not have been 3.
Shortly before I turned 4 there was a bad wreck in front of our house. I'm certain about the timing because one of the cars involved was fleeing from Hurricane Camille (August 1969). Six people died in that crash, one or two burnt to death. I remember my dad and some other men using my toy wagon and a metal tub to haul sand from our back yard to try to put out the fire. It troubled my dad for many years and occasionally he would bring it up.
I remember my dad taking me squirrel hunting, mom went along to keep me quiet and we sat on a log on a sandy hillside overlooking a branch. I must have been about 4 because we moved when I was about 5. That would have been about 54 years ago and I could take you to that hillside and probably find the spot to within a hundred yards or so. I probably remember it so vividly because I made many trips through those woods with my dad after that. It's completely changed now and those old oak trees are long gone.
My timeline is fuzzy here because I started 1st grade in Florida but we lived somewhere else for a few months before moving to Florida. Back then school started in September and the cut off point was different, so I was in school a week or two before I turned 6. I can't work out how long between the time we left here and the time we actually moved to Florida. As near as I can figure we left here sometime in (late?) '69 and were back sometime in '72 (after school had already started).
My dad's mother died before I was born and my grandfather remarried when I was really young (can't remember him not being married). I can't place the exact date but that seems to have been when I was around 3. I remember the reception and my dad's youngest stepsister being there and trying to keep me entertained. I must have already known her but can't remember anything definite before the wedding. There was a depression in my grandfathers front yard where an old well had been filled in, I remember me and her playing in that depression but it could have been a year or two later (still over 50 years ago). I can't remember for sure if the wedding was before or after my sister was born I think before, so I may not have been 3.
Shortly before I turned 4 there was a bad wreck in front of our house. I'm certain about the timing because one of the cars involved was fleeing from Hurricane Camille (August 1969). Six people died in that crash, one or two burnt to death. I remember my dad and some other men using my toy wagon and a metal tub to haul sand from our back yard to try to put out the fire. It troubled my dad for many years and occasionally he would bring it up.
I remember my dad taking me squirrel hunting, mom went along to keep me quiet and we sat on a log on a sandy hillside overlooking a branch. I must have been about 4 because we moved when I was about 5. That would have been about 54 years ago and I could take you to that hillside and probably find the spot to within a hundred yards or so. I probably remember it so vividly because I made many trips through those woods with my dad after that. It's completely changed now and those old oak trees are long gone.
My timeline is fuzzy here because I started 1st grade in Florida but we lived somewhere else for a few months before moving to Florida. Back then school started in September and the cut off point was different, so I was in school a week or two before I turned 6. I can't work out how long between the time we left here and the time we actually moved to Florida. As near as I can figure we left here sometime in (late?) '69 and were back sometime in '72 (after school had already started).