…really I don’t remember not having a lot of money in our home. My parents have shared stories of how little we had. What I do remember is a home filled with love and faith and love and fun and love and…
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No. 60, I remember…
…as a kid we lived 2800 miles from the nearest relative therefore Thanksgiving was not about gathering with extended family, however my parents always had house full for the meal.
My dad served as the Academic Dean of a small college in California. The staff and students were from various parts of the country or other countries, which made it impossible for them to travel to their family homes in a short period of time.
Each year leading up to Thanksgiving my parents would survey the staff and students to discover who had no place to spend the day. It was then the invitations were communicated and many accepted for Thanksgiving dinner at our home.
Today’s Thanksgiving was different and revolved around extended family. But from my parents example of generosity I learned the true spirit of the holiday.
No. 13: I remember…
…being a geeky band kid (guess I still am) who hung out with other geeky band kids (who are still my friends), who almost every Friday night after a football game would come close to being thrown out of Me-n-Eds Pizza. It was great time, they were great friends and I am glad I still get to connect with them even though we are spread across this country. Nothing like being involved with a Marching Band.
“I remember” a new series
Okay I am stuck on the phrase I remember…
I guess it is the realization that one day I won’t…
So with that in mind I started a log of things I remember about my childhood, if for no other reasons than I didn’t want to forget. And for one other reason…I haven’t told my children these stories. This new blog series is for me and them so that we I can remember and they might know me better.
Here goes…
I remember:
our dog who visited the church members, his name was Butch. My dad was the pastor of a church in Norwood, North Carolina and somehow Butch would roam the city and visit the church members. Now these would not be day trips but week long visits. I still don’t know how he found their houses or why. We did feed him, but he still went visiting. I think he should have been listed as a staff member.
