Things You remember

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    Oct 05, 2014 5:11 AM GMT
    My Grandmother. Never a GREAt beauty - she was always in the shadow of My Great Grandmother.

    But she did cool things. In the cedar closet she kept Her furs. She LOVED mink stoles and swung them around like crepe paper. She also wore Kidd gloves up to Her shoulders. And pearls down Her back.

    My Grandfather was a Man of few words - but MANY laughs. he could make anyone happy. A pauper or a King. He met them both. They all Loved Him. I remember His laugh. Loud and obnoxious and gregarious and totally infectious. He was not polished. But He was pure gold and alabaster.

    My Mother. A Beauty Queen who wanted to be a career Girl (it was the ' 70's). She was fearless. I miss Her tremendously.

    My Father. He became a Doctor not for the money - but because He could look in the eyes of a patient and see what was wrong. He is considered a gifted diagnostician.

    I Love words. They are like darts. Not as weapons. As tools that can hit a bullseye. And even if they miss, they still have power.

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    Oct 05, 2014 7:48 AM GMT
    I remember my Atari 2600. It confirmed my thoughts that all the other toys I owned were boring and needed to be donated to the poor.
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    Oct 05, 2014 7:55 AM GMT
    Cash saidMy Grandmother. Never a GREAt beauty - she was always in the shadow of My Great Grandmother.

    But she did cool things. In the cedar closet she kept Her furs. She LOVED mink stoles and swung them around like crepe paper. She also wore Kidd gloves up to Her shoulders. And pearls down Her back.

    My Grandfather was a Man of few words - but MANY laughs. he could make anyone happy. A pauper or a King. He met them both. They all Loved Him. I remember His laugh. Loud and obnoxious and gregarious and totally infectious. He was not polished. But He was pure gold and alabaster.

    My Mother. A Beauty Queen who wanted to be a career Girl (it was the ' 70's). She was fearless. I miss Her tremendously.

    My Father. He became a Doctor not for the money - but because He could look in the eyes of a patient and see what was wrong. He is considered a gifted diagnostician.

    I Love words. They are like darts. Not as weapons. As tools that can hit a bullseye. And even if they miss, they still have power.

    What lovely & vivid memories. Thank you. icon_biggrin.gif

    Yeah, I have lots of them, too. I've shared many of them here, no need to repeat. Except to observe that I've reached the point where I spend more time thinking about my old memories, and less time creating new ones. And that's not a good sign. icon_sad.gif
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    Oct 05, 2014 7:56 AM GMT
    Erik101 saidI remember my Atari 2600. It confirmed my thoughts that all the other toys I owned were boring and needed to be donated to the poor.


    HAHAHA wow!!
    I used to have an Atari when I was really young.
    Still to this day I keep my super nintendo and nintendo 64 lol.
    Mario brothers all stars, donkey kong country series, mario kart 64, zelda ocarina of time.
    All classics icon_smile.gif
    I'm such a nerd lol.
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    Oct 05, 2014 8:00 AM GMT
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    Erik101 saidI remember my Atari 2600. It confirmed my thoughts that all the other toys I owned were boring and needed to be donated to the poor.


    HAHAHA wow!!
    I used to have an Atari when I was really young.
    Still to this day I keep my super nintendo and nintendo 64 lol.
    Mario brothers all stars, donkey kong country series, mario kart 64, zelda ocarina of time.
    All classics icon_smile.gif
    I'm such a nerd lol.


    Nerds unite then! I've played all the Zelda games since the 1st development and will continue to play new installments until I'm dead. Well, I might still play it in the afterlife. ;)
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    Oct 05, 2014 8:16 AM GMT
    College freshmen orientation, and how scared I was. I remember the whole scene perfectly. This is such a great forum. Now it makes me want to write in detail in my journal.
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    Oct 05, 2014 8:25 AM GMT
    Things I remember, that I may not have mentioned here before:

    My first formal baby picture, at 10 months. I could "cruise" then, and the professional photographer who came to our home posed me next to our piano bench, which allowed me to stand upright as I held onto it.

    I remember very clearly all his lights & reflectors. And I toddled over out of curiosity to touch one of the lamps, when it was off. I didn't know it would be hot. I burned my finger rather badly. No doubt "searing" it into my memory, in more ways than one.

    A month or so later it was summer, and I was still learning to walk. My parents had me on our front lawn, wearing a blue seersucker jumpsuit. When I fell down I would pluck a blade of grass. Then I walked again, holding it between my fingers. But if I dropped that blade, I fell down. I imagined holding it was necessary in order for me to walk. So I would pluck another blade, and walk again.

    My parents later often joked with me about that. But it also taught me an important lesson about the fallacies of perceived cause and effect. That many adults my own age still get wrong.

    Other memories were seeing my first motion picture, in 1954, age 5. In Radio City Music Hall, of all places. Is it any wonder my screen name is Art Deco? I was overwhelmed by one of the greatest expressions of that architectural style ever created. Examples still existing throughout NYC at that time, now largely gone.

    So yeah, I remember a lot. Of a world most of you guys have no idea about. Not a better world compared to yours, just different.

    I like today's hi-tech, but I miss yesterday's high style & elegance. Maybe at some future point the 2 concepts will merge.
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    Oct 05, 2014 9:01 AM GMT
    When Dr.s made housecalls? When people used to "dress" before they went out? I still get somewhat taken aback to see people in tees and sweatpants on airplanes...
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    Oct 05, 2014 9:34 AM GMT
    But on a deeper note, I will miss my grandfather. If it wasn't for him code switching with my grandmother in Japanese language, I wouldn't have found my passion for the language. I remember I would always wake up in the morning, and he would be at the table drinking sake (the one that comes in a carton). He always loved his sake.

    I'll never forget the smell of my grandparents house. I miss that smell.
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    Oct 05, 2014 11:13 AM GMT
    I remember lots of things,,, my first kiss with a girl, my first experience with a girl/ guy , my first real love Robbie and even the first girl I dated in middle school.

    But what I remember the most is the carefree times I had growing up with my friends,, we ran barefoot through the woods climbing tree , building forts and generally acting like a normal kid.

    With the group of friends I had I always got the chance to see them most every way possible, we were in gym classes together , we spent the night with other and at times we went skinny dipping at the creek.

    It was all fun growing up , till some of them began moving.
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    Oct 05, 2014 3:46 PM GMT
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    Oct 05, 2014 8:37 PM GMT
    Growing up on my grandparents' dairy...

    ...opening the incubators every day to find a few more chicks or ducklings than were there the previous day, hearing them all cheeping over each other for attention and/or food

    ...finding where the mama cat had hidden her litter since we found them last, and then watching them all purring in unison once Grandma moved them all back to their box with the warm blanket. The mother would get snippy if I pet the tiny kittens, but she was quite content to let me pet her. icon_smile.gif

    ...bottle feeding the baby calves, and learning that even though they were only a few weeks old, they were far stronger than I was and perfectly capable of taking the bottle away from me if I didn't hold it right.

    Pond fishing
    Tree forts
    Rummikub
    Pfeffernusse
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    Oct 05, 2014 9:16 PM GMT
    About 50 dead friends
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    Oct 05, 2014 9:28 PM GMT
    "Camping" with my uncle and cousin in the back yard of the farmhouse where my mother had grown up in South Dakota.

    "Sledding" (riding on an overturned car hood roped to the back of a tractor with as many cousins as would fit on it) over the fields of the same farm during the winter

    My maternal grandfather's uniquely gentle but compelling voice teaching theology to one of my cousins or speaking French with another or respectfully yet perplexedly inquiring about my inexplicable fascination with science and mathematics icon_smile.gif

    Jigsaw puzzles
    Soma cubes
    Spaghetti lamps
    Lawrence Welk
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    Oct 05, 2014 9:32 PM GMT
    When I was a twink.
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    Oct 05, 2014 9:47 PM GMT
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    Oct 05, 2014 10:50 PM GMT
    pazzy saidgoing to nyc every weekend as a kid to get my mom's broke ass car fixed in some auto spot right off of linden blvd in brooklyn.

    my mother having to drive all the way from jersey to brooklyn to drop my father off to work when he would do his bullshit. used to tag along for the ride because i would be sick so couldn't go to kindergarten that day.

    the fisher price tape recorder that i got as a toddler where i would listen to songs from my mom's old ass soul tape that she got in germany back in the mid 70s like.....

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rxLCIsbmnUU

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FfBwsG8ubFw

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FscIgtDJFXg

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jETAusscaFU (i used to play this song nonstop) icon_lol.gif

    my mom having the radio station on wcbs fm (the oldies station in nyc at the time) and REFUSING to play any r&b, rap or anything that was out in the 90s

    nickelodeon, disney in the afternoon, the OLD weather channel when they used to play that good good music, the OLD disney channel... when the mickey mouse club (the 90s version) with your favorite pop stars though i didn't know who was who at the time... all in the 90s.. the nickelodeon shows-adventure of alex mack, shelby woo, kennan and kel, are you afraid of the dark, snick and shit like that....


    the sega genesis, game gear, gameboy with the green screen, virtual boy, 32x, and video game systems from back in the day

    when i was a baby back in brooklyn and somebody's apartment being on fire... remember the HUGE black thick smoke and someone taking me outside.. might have had brain damage from that shit. who knows.

    me playing outside with the neighbor kids and for some strange reason, crying whenever it was time to come inside where my mom would pick me up and take my ass in.

    how my mom used to tell me to get my ass inside along with my big bro when the street lights would come on..

    eating cheetos, potato chips, sour cream and onion potato chips, onion ring potato chips, those icee straw things from the corner store, quarter waters and whatever.

    when jersey used to have the blue license plates in the 90s BEFORE they had the ugly yellow ones. when nyc had the red white and blue license plates.

    when newark used to be REALLY dangerous and how they had those ugly ass project towers right off of springfield ave. when macy's used to be right off of washington street and market.

    visiting my granduncle off of georgia avenue in east new york on the weekends and when he used to come over to see us when we lived in irvington..

    living in irvington.. going from the top floor to the bottom floor.

    basically.... the guy crushes, realizing that i was gay at 12, being in denial at an early age, doing whatever.... discovering masturbation at 8 years old...

    the teenage years which were terrible and whatever...

    too much bullshit really...



    Wow Pazzy.

    That was really cool.

    You are more than I guessed.

    Sometimes I just miss the mark.

    This time I am honored to have been so wrong

    I still think You are a total wingnut.

    But so am I

    Maybe there is more common ground than I gave credit for.

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    Oct 05, 2014 11:02 PM GMT
    My BoyFriend Billy.

    he was PAINFULLY Beautiful.

    I felt invisible next to Him.

    But He would throw His arm around Me and say " I am the luckiest Guy here - Guys like You make the sun shine brighter." And I felt like the most amazing Man on the planet.

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    Oct 05, 2014 11:04 PM GMT
    My mum's pumpkin pie.
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    Oct 05, 2014 11:24 PM GMT
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    pazzy saidgoing to nyc every weekend as a kid to get my mom's broke ass car fixed in some auto spot right off of linden blvd in brooklyn.

    my mother having to drive all the way from jersey to brooklyn to drop my father off to work when he would do his bullshit. used to tag along for the ride because i would be sick so couldn't go to kindergarten that day.

    the fisher price tape recorder that i got as a toddler where i would listen to songs from my mom's old ass soul tape that she got in germany back in the mid 70s like.....

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rxLCIsbmnUU

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FfBwsG8ubFw

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FscIgtDJFXg

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jETAusscaFU (i used to play this song nonstop) icon_lol.gif

    my mom having the radio station on wcbs fm (the oldies station in nyc at the time) and REFUSING to play any r&b, rap or anything that was out in the 90s

    nickelodeon, disney in the afternoon, the OLD weather channel when they used to play that good good music, the OLD disney channel... when the mickey mouse club (the 90s version) with your favorite pop stars though i didn't know who was who at the time... all in the 90s.. the nickelodeon shows-adventure of alex mack, shelby woo, kennan and kel, are you afraid of the dark, snick and shit like that....


    the sega genesis, game gear, gameboy with the green screen, virtual boy, 32x, and video game systems from back in the day

    when i was a baby back in brooklyn and somebody's apartment being on fire... remember the HUGE black thick smoke and someone taking me outside.. might have had brain damage from that shit. who knows.

    me playing outside with the neighbor kids and for some strange reason, crying whenever it was time to come inside where my mom would pick me up and take my ass in.

    how my mom used to tell me to get my ass inside along with my big bro when the street lights would come on..

    eating cheetos, potato chips, sour cream and onion potato chips, onion ring potato chips, those icee straw things from the corner store, quarter waters and whatever.

    when jersey used to have the blue license plates in the 90s BEFORE they had the ugly yellow ones. when nyc had the red white and blue license plates.

    when newark used to be REALLY dangerous and how they had those ugly ass project towers right off of springfield ave. when macy's used to be right off of washington street and market.

    visiting my granduncle off of georgia avenue in east new york on the weekends and when he used to come over to see us when we lived in irvington..

    living in irvington.. going from the top floor to the bottom floor.

    basically.... the guy crushes, realizing that i was gay at 12, being in denial at an early age, doing whatever.... discovering masturbation at 8 years old...

    the teenage years which were terrible and whatever...

    too much bullshit really...



    Wow Pazzy.

    That was really cool.

    You are more than I guessed.

    Sometimes I just miss the mark.

    This time I am honored to have been so wrong

    I still think You are a total wingnut.

    But so am I

    Maybe there is more common ground than I gave credit for.



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    really??? i don't know how to respond to that... thanks, man.

    fuck it.......

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    I am not sure if You are simply making fun of Me...but that made Me feel very good.
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    Oct 05, 2014 11:28 PM GMT
    Every "American Idol"/"Hell Kitchen" winner.

    The serial number of my first 45.

    The blade rate of an Ivan class submarine.

    All the books of the Bible.

    All 50 states and their capitals

    Alphabetical order of the 77 counties of Oklahoma.

    ...
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    Oct 06, 2014 12:13 AM GMT
    Christmas 1980

    Paradise Islandnwit My Mother.

    Laying around the pool

    My Mother has always retained Her youthful looks. An Eastern European tradition.

    I on the other hand "developed" early. Had hair on My chest at 9. And had "other things" develop even earlier.

    Blonde Eurotrash sends over a round of drinks.

    Mother in Her picture hat and Cartier sunglasses takesnHer usual faux coquetry and feigns innocence

    We move to the bar where She offers to reciprocate.

    Dude realizes We are Mother and son.
    "I thought You were brother and sister"

    "I sent the drink to Him, I was just being polite to You "ma'am"

    Her pearls nearly bearned off Her neck

    It was PRICELEsS



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    Oct 06, 2014 2:02 AM GMT
    My earliest memory is Ronald Reagan getting shot.

    I remember I was home alone supposed to be doing school work when the Oklahoma City bombing happened. I wanted to sneak some tv and that was on every channel. When my mom got home I wanted to tell her but couldn't without admitting I was watching tv against the rules.

    I remember when I realized we were a poor family. I was 9 and it was my birthday. My mom was out of town visiting her sisters and left my dad a note about her dad sending a check of birthday money for me. Basically the 35 bucks he sent was all the money there was for birthday presents. I was being nosy and shouldn't have read it. I also didn't want my parents to know i knew we were poor. I was protecting them in a way.

    The first time my dad told me he was proud of me. I was in medical school by then. I realized it was too late and his opinion of me no longer mattered.
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    Oct 06, 2014 2:06 AM GMT
    So I updated my computer about a month ago and I was going through my portable drive slowly moving stuff back.
    Lo and behold I found my very first profile pics I'd used ages back haha!
    Good ol' days lol.
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    Oct 06, 2014 2:38 AM GMT
    I remember clicking on this thread.