I spent my summer vacations-from 1975 to 1979-from ages 10 to 14-visiting my maternal grandparents who lived just outside of the northwestern Ozark mountain small town of Casa. I helped gather eggs from the hen house; assisted in feeding the chickens; churning ice cream via an old fashioned device.Their mountain top place of residence was also heavily wooded. My grandparents maintained a garden of corn, potatoes, and other delicious food items. Also-my grandmother cultivated a beautiful outdoor flower garden. During these years-they had several dogs and cats. During later summer vacations-before and after graduating from high school-at the age 0f 19 years/4 months/4 days-in Houston, Texas on Friday morning, July 20;th, 1984 at 9:45 A.M. Central Daylight Time-I visited my maternal grandparents and members of my long deceased father's family (Dad died from his second heart attack on March 27'th, 1997 at the age of 52 years/5 months/14 days). My last visit with BOTH of my maternal grandparents took place during the long Labor Day weekend of September, 1986-my grandfather was 81 and his third wife-my maternal grandmother-was 62. James Raymond Bowen died peacefully in his sleep on Sunday afternoon, February 10'th, 1991-at the age 0f 86-and surrounded by loving family matters. Cleo Mae Trivelpeace Bowen died of congestive heart failure at the age of 69 on Sunday, December 26'th, 1993.
I will always treasure the memories of the time that I spent with my maternal grandparents. They were kind, decent, friendly, loving, and affectionate.
My parents never took us on a family vacation,but looking back, where i lived i had so many things to do,maybe 150 yards to Lake Erie,fishing,swimming,fires on the beach,our yard backed up to a city park,a playground,wooded areas to explore,there were pear and apple trees, blackberry bushes, so some of my best memories are just remembering my childhood. :)
@Ramrod I kind of miss the old farm we use to live on. We had like 60 acres of land. What made it fun was the creek right by this farmer land. I remember one year I asked my mom if she would get use one of those beach bucket with a tiny shovel. Me and my sisters and brother we all blocked off the creek that summer
@JimboSaturn going into highschool we moved back to Oklahoma to be with my grandfather after my grandmother had died. Well he lived on this huge hill. We never really went up it in the summer because of the snakes. But in late fall and early winter we explored that like u wouldn't believe
One summer, my friends and I really got into a groove with our playing, and we were able to play our first gig on a baking hot July evening. It was a brilliant feeling, and the best time of my life.
Im a nerd so LARPing with my nerd buddies lol. I miss hitting them with foam weapons. They didnt like my weapons though, thought they were unfair lol. I mean thats exactly why they were designed that way
