I cherish the memory of...
when my sisters and I shared one bedroom and would try to stay up late at night to watch reruns of The Golden Girls. The "master bedroom" of our old home was made so small by its three inhabitants. We would have the three windows in our room open to let the breeze winnow through our lace curtains and inhale the sweet, warm scent of summer; the train whistle blowing in the
when my sisters and I shared one bedroom and would try to stay up late at night to watch reruns of The Golden Girls. The "master bedroom" of our old home was made so small by its three inhabitants. We would have the three windows in our room open to let the breeze winnow through our lace curtains and inhale the sweet, warm scent of summer; the train whistle blowing in the
background.
creating lemonade stands that were only made successful by our compassionate parents.
staying outside all day long to play with siblings and neighbors.
racing with the sun and heat when trying to finish our popsicles--and sharing that memory with my father. He loves popsicles!
riding our bicycles down to the small grocery store about a mile away from home.
playing "Auto Shop" with my brothers in the garage with my father's bolts and nuts.
wincing when my mother would put braids in my hair. She ran the comb so hard down the back of my head to get that perfect part. She then pulled the braids so tightly that I felt that I might just know what it was like to appear Asian. I was always so impressed by my mother's strength.
sitting on the back of the tractor as one of my sisters drove it, cutting the grass. Or, when I would watch my sisters cut the grass with one of my brothers riding along, sleeping.
seeing my father plant flowers around the house. Every year, marigolds would be planted around the house, and patunas would be planted in a large barrel under the awning.
staring at my mother and cousins (Tony and Paul) sunbathing ON TOP of the garage. Ha. That still makes me giggle.
creating lemonade stands that were only made successful by our compassionate parents.
staying outside all day long to play with siblings and neighbors.
racing with the sun and heat when trying to finish our popsicles--and sharing that memory with my father. He loves popsicles!
riding our bicycles down to the small grocery store about a mile away from home.
playing "Auto Shop" with my brothers in the garage with my father's bolts and nuts.
wincing when my mother would put braids in my hair. She ran the comb so hard down the back of my head to get that perfect part. She then pulled the braids so tightly that I felt that I might just know what it was like to appear Asian. I was always so impressed by my mother's strength.
sitting on the back of the tractor as one of my sisters drove it, cutting the grass. Or, when I would watch my sisters cut the grass with one of my brothers riding along, sleeping.
seeing my father plant flowers around the house. Every year, marigolds would be planted around the house, and patunas would be planted in a large barrel under the awning.
staring at my mother and cousins (Tony and Paul) sunbathing ON TOP of the garage. Ha. That still makes me giggle.
1 comment:
Banana, if it weren't for you I would never remember Mom, Paul, and Tony sunbathing on the roof of the garage. You have a vivid, clear memory that I do not. Thanks for bringing it back for me.
;)Piggy
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