This week the theme is songs that mention Suit, Pants, Dress, Shirt suggested by Paula of Light Motifs II.
Wow, I googled songs that have clothing items in the titles and there are so many that I really like. I picked this because it reminds me of my mom. She loved Neil Diamond. My mom passed away back in 1994. Its been a long time and its hard because I don’t remember that much about her. She did love Neil though. Thanks for sharing the memory with me. 🥲
Wow, this is a tricky one! One thing for sure is worrying about my kids so much. I know, we always worry but first, now I only have my daughter to worry about, and second, she is a good person and I just always hope and pray she makes good decisions. It’s a different kind of worry though when they are older.
I don’t miss having a curfew! I remember me and my best friend had it timed to the minute so that we got home in time. I remember the one time we told my mom we were running out for a little while. Well, a little while ended up being until about 3 am! My mom was waiting for us, afraid something had happened to us and mad. My best friend ran past her and up the stairs, launching herself toward the toilet to throw up. The next morning my mom was in the kitchen making breakfast and Kristen went to my mother, knelt in front of her with her hands clasped. “Wanda, please forgive me! I’m so sorry about last night!” Well, who couldn’t forgive that! Hahaha!
I don’t miss my clothes and my hair and my skin smelling like cigarettes when smoking was still allowed in bars. I smoked and I still hated that stale smell that you’d wake up to if you were too “tired” to take a shower before bed. Yuck!
Okay, now that I opened that flood gate, I could go on and on…..I will spare all the readers! Thanks for the memories!
What is one thing you remember about your first day of high school? Sadly, I have absolutely no recollection of starting high school. I can recall many things but not as much as I would like. I suppose some of it was that my mother had cancer when I was around that age, so maybe that clouds many memories. If I really sit and think about it, obviously more memories appear.
Did you participate in extracurricular activities or sports in high school? I played Field Hockey and one year did make-up for the school play, Man of La Mancha. I tried track a bunch of times. I was in the band so we had a lot of outside practice for that, especially when parades and concerts were coming up. We used to have a half-time show for the weekly football game. The marching band did a full show. At the time we all hated it and loved it at the same time. Some of those games were cold though! Especially the ones around Thanksgiving!
Was Freshman hazing or initiations at trend at your high school? Not that I knew of.
Did you attend your Senior Prom? If so, do you remember the theme? I don’t recall any proms having themes. Maybe on comes to mind, Under the Sea, but I may be making that up in my own head. I do remember the Senior Prom! My mom had a pre-Prom party for the whole grade. Everyone was invited with their dates and the parents could come and take pictures. She had made tons of food and I remember going in the backyard and front yard for pictures. I remember limos lining the street! I also remember my date, God rest his soul. Alex…I broke up with Ken, my boyfriend, about a week or two before the Prom. Alex didn’t have a date so we decided to go together. Well, when almost all the limos left my house that night, Alex still hadn’t gotten there. I was the hostess for God’s sake! Next thing I know I see him stumbling down our road toward our house, wasted off his gourd. I was so upset. That night he ended up spending the whole time with a girl in our “group” and I ended up getting back together with Ken. So many mistakes were made then…Lol! My mom had made my prom dress for me that year. Picture below…
Is there a favorite memory from your high school days? I have a lot of great memories from High School. More than from college. I remember climbing into Gretta’s giant station wagon, Me, Gretta, and Amy all in the big front seat. I also remember Dan, God rest his soul, picking me up at my house in his tiny toyota truck. It would be him, Amy, Gretta (I believe), and another boy…The five of us would jam into the little tiny truck, waving goodbye to my mom! We were usually on our way to buy beer, under-aged of course at that time. I remember being in the band with Kristen P and Kristin B! Band trips, parades, half-time shows….Wow, if I keep going I could do this all night………..
Welcome to the sixth edition of the Throwback Thursday Memory BlogHop where we take on a nostalgic object, event, or memory and blog about it. It’s the last Thursday of September. Hopefully we will be having cooler days, which in my book means more inside time and more time to blog. Maggie, From Cave Walls, and I alternate posting a blog with the title Throwback Thursday – subject of the week. (This week my subject is memories of gift giving or receiving.)
When I first read this I had a few things come to mind immediately but I think I can organize it in my head best if I think about some of the people who gave gifts and how it felt to receive them.
My son: It has been over two years since my son passed away and although it never gets easier, it is easier for good memories to surface. This memory, although not necessarily good, makes me laugh. First let me start by saying I am one of those people who try to find gifts to match the person. I will recall conversations or think about things that person likes, just to get the “right” gift. So every year, for as many as I can remember actually, I would purchase gifts for my kids throughout the year, whenever I found something that I thought they would like. I did go off their lists to Santa but then they stopped writing to him and apparently guessed that Santa knows all! Now picture this…Christmas morning, the family sitting by tree, the kids handing out gifts one at a time. Now it is Joey’s turn to open his gift…. “Do you like it?” I would ask. He would shrug and say something like, “yeah, I guess I used to but...” and then my tears would flow. It got to the point that my daughter used to tell him to act happy with his gifts “so mom doesn’t have to cry”. It sounds sort of awful but if you knew Joey, you’d see how it was just him and I loved him for it!
My daughter: Lindsay sort of took after me when it came to gift giving, always looking for the perfect gift. Two years ago, after losing my husband/her dad, we had some rocky times. We talked often and worked through a lot and became very close. It was that year that she gave me one of those little wooden signs that you put on your shelf that said, You’re the mom everyone wishes they had! Talk about tears!
David: David and I had been together almost a year when we celebrated my birthday (for the first time together), that was two years ago. His birthday is only 12 days after mine and it was one of those things where you don’t really know what to buy for the other person because maybe you haven’t lived together long enough to get something they can use around the house or maybe you just don’t know what the perfect gift would be. That year, two years ago, I had gone to see my father and when I came home David told me he had a gift for me. I had just gotten home and he kept insisting I bring up my suitcase first to the bedroom. I didn’t feel like dealing with the suitcase but I finally just gave in. When I walked into my room there he was, Beary, my sweet guinea pig! Oh, how I love guinea pigs! I guess I had talked about the ones I had over the years so David decided to take the chance and get me one. I loved it! The best part of all is that one of the reasons I didn’t have any guinea pigs for so long was that I was the only one who liked the piggies and I guess it didn’t seem like something practical to buy for myself. Woo hoo! I still have Beary and his brother, Oreo, who we bought a few months later to keep Beary company.
Other really special gifts I have received are my dragonfly pottery and dishes from Mary and so many other things I can’t even list them all. I can’t really think of the best gift I’ve given…some have been great, others just ordinarily good.
Back in the day, right out of college, I spent all my time with my closest friends, Scott and Eric. Heather was almost always there and Bill, too. After having dinner and continuing drinks on many-a-night I would somehow find this song and drag everyone into the fun…
Hot, Hot, Hot Lyrics
“Hot Hot Hot”
olay olay olay olay olay olay olay olay
feeling hot hot hot feeling hot hot hot feeling hot hot hot feeling hot hot hot
my mind’s on fire my soul’s on fire feeling hot hot hot party people all around me feeling hot hot hot what to do on a night like this music sweet I can’t resist we need a party song so with a rum bum bum let me rum bum bum bum
CHORUS olay olay olay olay olay olay olay olay let me rum bum bum bum let me rum bum bum bum feeling hot hot hot feeling hot hot hot
see people rocking yeah people jamming feeling hot hot hot keep the spirit come on let’s do it feeling hot hot hot hands in the air celebration time the music can’t erase you mind we have this party song a fundamental jam so we can rum bum bum bum yeah we rum bum bum bum
people in the party hot hot hot people in the party hot hot hot people in the party hot hot hot people in the party hot hot hot
I miss Easter with the little kids. Every year we would have a big Easter egg hunt that the Easter Bunny would leave behind for the kids. Some years there were eggs full of candy, some years eggs full of money.
I will never forget one the last Easters that both my kids were living at home. I made sure the Easter Bunny left candy all over the yard. Joey wouldn’t participate. He was so angry because that was an activity for little kids. He saw life so black and white. The funniest part was Lindsay, who is 15 months older, was out in the yard running around like a maniac to find all the eggs. Such a good memory!
Holidays are hard after losing my son. Regular days are hard too but holidays bring so many more memories…
Have a happy and safe Easter Sunday! If you don’t celebrate Easter then have a great Sunday!
When my late husband first took me to meet his parents it was quite the ride. It was about five and a half hours to upstate New York, where they had lived. The ride, now thinking back, never bothered me, we did it very often. There was a town on the way, that since that very first drive I was drawn to; Fishs Eddy. That’s the name of the town. (Fishs Eddy is a hamlet in Delaware County, New York, United States.) I don’t know what it was. I didn’t even know what an eddy was, it drew me in. We stopped once and I think there may have been a gas station. I don’t know what I was hoping to see.
Jump ahead to 2019 and I headed one last time up towards the late inlaw’s home. I wanted to make sure I went one last time to their crypts, to put some of my husband’s, their son’s, ashes with them. I joked to David that I wanted him to guess the town I wanted to “live in”, just by the name of it. Well, he guessed and guessed and when I saw the sign for Fishs Eddy, I shouted, “That’s the town!” He didn’t really understand why or what drew me to the town and I will probably never know.
So, the point is that an eddy (a circular movement of water, counter to a main current, causing a small whirlpool) was the first thing I thought of when I read the meaning of Maelstrom.