tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2795332554006054086.post7655051604790001796..comments2024-03-28T18:52:54.620-04:00Comments on Moontides: My Childhood's Homemxtodis123http://www.blogger.com/profile/13583200601379394225noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2795332554006054086.post-72582340143884514312011-10-12T20:35:00.537-04:002011-10-12T20:35:00.537-04:00My favourite childhood memories are those with my ...My favourite childhood memories are those with my dogs. I was the happiest roaming free with them. I dreaded coming home to the meanest sister anyone can ever have and the strictest father. So those were the reasons I hates being in the house.Sofiahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00936310271073466037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2795332554006054086.post-42534750404640485982011-10-07T09:29:00.747-04:002011-10-07T09:29:00.747-04:00This is the childhood I remember having as well. ...This is the childhood I remember having as well. This is also the childhood I am trying my damndest to give my own child. Yes we have video games and cable t.v., but those treats are limited to days when it's raining like cats and dogs or too cold to play outside. What has happened to my son because of this rearing. He gets ready for school early so he can play basketball outside for 20 minute before the bus comes. As soon as his feet hit the bus stop in the afternoon he is running with his friends and into their "secret woods" where they have made a "shelter" a pretend fireplace where they use pincones as wood and dead pine needles to look like fire. They catch frogs, bugs and play all those old school games like hide and seek. This is all because I don't have him signed up for a flippity jillion "activities" and I let his activity be his imagination. In this day and age that is not so easy because kids are just handed an electronic device whenever they please and become zombies.<br /><br />Ok, stepping off my soapbox.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2795332554006054086.post-43631063760758221752011-10-06T18:24:09.296-04:002011-10-06T18:24:09.296-04:00Beautiful poem and memories shared sweet friend. ...Beautiful poem and memories shared sweet friend. I....just left my childhood home after a wonderful visit with my Aunt......nothin' better.<br /><br />xo<br /><br />JoMy Grama's Soulhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10114089036939629527noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2795332554006054086.post-22424517808753655902011-10-06T17:42:39.928-04:002011-10-06T17:42:39.928-04:00My earliest memories of a home was in Wenham,MA ju...My earliest memories of a home was in Wenham,MA just yards from a large pond. <br />Pleasant Pond was the name of it. <br />Woods EVERYWHERE .....freedom to roam, play, swim, fish,row a boat, dig worms find night crawlers under logs and wet leaves, skip stones, ice skate, pick Lady Slippers, view the Fall foliage around the lake from a bedroom window, visit and play with friends. <br />The road ended at that pond. It was like the best kept secret ....orrrrrrrrrrr not many people owned cars to get around back then.;0) <br />I feel my connection is there. That is HOME!<br />I wonder if people remembering their first homes in the city feel the same. <br /> <br />THOSE WERE THE DAYS MY FRIEND! :0) (((hugs)))My name WAS Female, I shit you not!https://www.blogger.com/profile/18261595799137622984noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2795332554006054086.post-27493700282600488472011-10-06T14:54:56.306-04:002011-10-06T14:54:56.306-04:00lovely memorieslovely memoriesCorvusCorax12https://www.blogger.com/profile/02705986279180729268noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2795332554006054086.post-65199681453008148692011-10-06T13:35:00.028-04:002011-10-06T13:35:00.028-04:00I grew up just a block from my Grandmother's r...I grew up just a block from my Grandmother's resort on a lake...it was a wonderful childhood...like you, we played from dawn until dark in the water/woods/field...I still live just a block from that place...we only rent one cabin now...but the place has not changed much...so many years later, I still spend a lot of time there...Judyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14414361079501574872noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2795332554006054086.post-19385345925690681852011-10-06T13:05:51.189-04:002011-10-06T13:05:51.189-04:00Very sweet post, Mary!Very sweet post, Mary!Robin Larkspurhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04949175314401172368noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2795332554006054086.post-58009610500837634262011-10-06T12:29:50.584-04:002011-10-06T12:29:50.584-04:00You had a lovely place to grow up in! And you kno...You had a lovely place to grow up in! And you know how lucky you were.<br /><br />I too, grew up in a small town, but it wasn't totally magical. Partly because my parents were overly protective, and they tried to keep me *in a safety bubble.* -sigh-<br /><br />Oh well... We get the deal we are dealt. :-)<br /><br />Gentle hugs,<br />"Auntie"<br /><i>"The morns are meeker than they were,<br />The nuts are getting brown;<br />The berry's cheek is plumper,<br />The rose is out of town.<br />The maple wears a gayer scarf,<br />The field a scarlet gown.<br />Lest I should be old-fashioned,<br />I'll put a trinket on."</i><br />- Emily DickinsonAuntie sezzzzzz...https://www.blogger.com/profile/16170232476926222740noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2795332554006054086.post-34998869429071452222011-10-06T12:10:09.024-04:002011-10-06T12:10:09.024-04:00I remember my first kiss. His name was Teddy Neun...I remember my first kiss. His name was Teddy Neundorf and he had red hair and freckles and<br />looked like Mickey Rooney.<br /><br />He was the next door neighbour of my best friend.<br />Back then you could swim in the rivers and ponds.<br /><br />We built a tire swing that you could ride out<br />over the river and jump right in.<br /><br />Your post brought back some very old memories<br />for me. I cannot believe I was ever that young.<br /><br />blessings Mary<br />hugs SharonOn Fragile Wingshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18283355184702694184noreply@blogger.com