• Lucytorial said on Jan 13, 2008....

  Thats quite a lovely memory ginger, there are a few things that remind me of being a kid, mostly like you they are food oriented...
  
  If I make a cucumber sandwich my granny appears in my mind and says "it is a lady like sandwich and you must always cut the crust off" she use to make these all the time if we had guests over (I grew up with my gran and father) those neat little crustless sandwiches than never crumbed in your lap.... very  lady like indeed.
  

• Mamie said on Jan 13, 2008....

  that is so special Gingery! Thanks for sharing that! Mine is when I am making mashed potatoes, of all things...my gramma made them all the time. At her farm in Minnesota we would pick them out of the garden, dig them up and she would make the best, sweetest mashed potatoes in the world. I can't eat them without thinking of her!

• gingersoul said on Jan 13, 2008....

  Lucy....and yours too is a lovely memory.......lady like sandwiches.....my daughter loves them in that way too and i dont know why...i never cut the crust off of them until one day she went home and asked for crustless ones....and since then i cut the crust away....

  do you think she will remember me while making her own sandwiches some years in the future?...:-)

   

• gingersoul said on Jan 13, 2008....

  Mamie....oh, mashed potatoes are the quintessential of comforting food....a very basic.....:-)

  It must have been nice staying at your grandma farm....even my nonna lived in a house almost in the country, at the very far edge of our city.....i remember spending many summer days at her place....she used to hang the clothes to dry on the field in front of my bedroom window...white, big sheets in the sun......she too had a garden vegetable....  

• Mr_Box said on Jan 13, 2008....

  Since everyone was talking about food memories, I do have one of those.

  Every time I eat a bologna sandwich and a dill pickle I think of my grandma. In the summer, we used to go to her house and swim. And this was the lunch she made for us every single time.

  And I remember once I hurt myself doing something. And I was complaining about it while she was serving the sandwiches. And her words of advice to me were, "it'll be better by the time you get married."

  Now every time I eat bologna that's the phrase that goes through my mind. It has nothing to do with bologna but it makes me think of what she said anyway.

  This was a nice little story Gingery. I'm glad that you have good memories of your dad.

• Lucytorial said on Jan 13, 2008....

  I certainly do, I bet that she will have many lovely memories ginger....

• gingersoul said on Jan 13, 2008....

  Mr. LunchBox....its amazing how food revives so sharply our long gone memories....after all...we are chained to our mothers thru their ombelical cords and fed with their milk after born....

  Your grandma must have had a great sense of humor...lol...and i see why those bologna sandwiches have taken the flavor of her love....

• gingersoul said on Jan 13, 2008....

  LucyLu......i hope so......:-)

• Twylarants said on Jan 13, 2008....

  What a lovely post Ginger...it's so special when your children remind you of those little moments that you may have forgotten.   I'm sure your daughter will have many memories like that to share with her children too.
  Grapes come to mind when I'm bothered by a bee in the summer.  My grandfather grew grapes to make wine, and he would send the grandchildren to pick them. I was the youngest at the time and terrified of the bees in the grapevines. 
  My grandfather would tell the others to pick them and let me wash them so I wouldn't have to be near the bees.
  

• gingersoul said on Jan 13, 2008....

  Twyla...what a neat memory.....grapevines, wine and bees.....

  I can see Lil Twyla running away scared by the bees.....i can even smell the ripe grapes ...your granpa must have had a hat to protect him from the sun.....

  Grapes are so good, isn'it?  ....Thanks. for sharing.....:-)

• queenparanoia said on Jan 13, 2008....

  awww that's a nice memory ginger... thanks for sharing... ialwas remember my friend whenever i see his name and angel... yup i always remember him...

• beyondtheveil said on Jan 14, 2008....

  ginsoul- Its those seemingly small memories that cling to us and comfort us daily throughout our lives. I could tell you about many, but having to do with food there is one I never forget when we one dish.
  
  Our family was eating dinner one evening and my daughter was in her high chair. For some reason she got sleepy at dinnertime. I looked up and her face was in her spaghetti. So guess what I think of when we have spaghetti.
  

• lfbno7 said on Jan 14, 2008....

  That's a cute memory you have. One thing that can remind me of childhood is the musical ice cream truck.

• JadeLondon said on Jan 14, 2008....

  A train's whistle.

  When I was a young child, my father worked for the railroad, and was often gone. I believed for years when I heard a train's cry that my father must be aboard. Close to me, yet far away.

  My father lives many hours away, and although he deals with transportation, he no longer work for the railroad. Yet, the sound of a train whistle always has the capacity to make me smile...and think fondly of my father.

  Thank you for the story, Ginger. It gives me the warm fuzzies! :)

• polarheart said on Jan 14, 2008....

  Gingersnap, I love your tales about your family life in Italy!  The memory about my father that comes to mind most often, and I think it is one of my earliest recollections is this:
   
  One night when I must have been 3 or 4 we were all going to bed and I told my dad that I could hear that the radio was still on.  He was amazed that I could hear the radio that was turned down so low and he told me that I have very good hearing.
   
  Now in my adult life, as I have shared with you before, I am not a lover of noise and I can hear most things that other people dont even register.  Sometimes it is a pain in the butt esp. when I want to sleep and I can coz of some faint noise somewhere.  But I always remember my dad saying to me that I have a good sense of hearing and that to me is a compliment.  I hope someday I will be able to use it for good :-)

• merlin said on Jan 14, 2008....

  Aww such sweet memories! Well wheneva i eat chicken and mayo sandwhchs, im instantly transported back to break time on monday morning! Oh and the word 'nostalgia' makes me think of english teacher, she really drummed that in our heads!

• carterbabe3 said on Jan 14, 2008....

  That is wonderful that you can remember your father in little things you do everyday! Just last night I made a Taco Salad that my mother used to make and it reminded me of my childhood. While I was sitting on my couch remembering helping prepare the salad with my mom and two older sisters I decided to give my mom a call. I told her that I reminded me of my childhood and I think I heard her tearing up on the other end. I think it makes parents feel really special when thier grown child remembers things they did with their parents.

• uniquely-ironic said on Jan 14, 2008....

  what a sweet memory.
   
  There are songs that will take me back to my childhood.  The song "Bear Neccesities" from Jungle Book takes me back to about 6 years old when I would put it on the record player and dance around the living room.  It would always make my dad laugh.
   
   

• skald said on Jan 14, 2008....

  "The secret of a good salad is how you toss it".
  That is so true.
  
  Fearing and I have also been talking about fathers and we had good fathers too.
  
  Is it not remarkable how we remember them. we were all lucky to have good fathers.
  
  Mine died 4 years ago. An old an out warn man.
  

• wakingharmony said on Jan 14, 2008....

  As usual......"Beautifully written Gingers!" What a nice memory and wonderful lesson. The toss is important and you must not bruise the lettuce. I have many wonderful memories... this post reminded me of my former Husband..... He had a special way to stir popcorn..... real butter  use a butte knife to toss about.. salt toss ...eat with Cold Glass of Milk......amazing but it is the little things.

• ellamae14 said on Jan 15, 2008....

  wow, that was so special ging. I'm glad that's how you remember your father. It maybe trivial but it speaks volume. :) my grandfather taught me at the age of two how to whistle. He can tame the birds with his. I can only whistle some tunes. But everytime I do I always see him smiling at me. He passed away when I was five.

• boytoy said on Jan 16, 2008....

  nice!

• boytoy said on Jan 16, 2008....

  nice!

• moonriver said on Jan 17, 2008....

  ginger -- you are so lucky to have been given a nearly constant reminder of your father.
  
  my father's first job was as a forest ranger, and as i wrote in a blog earlier this year, his love of trees was non-pareil, and in the countless times when he brought me along in his travels, he would always teach me how to identify a tree or plant by just taking a leaf, looking at its structure, feeling its texture, and then crushing it between my fingers to smell (and remember) its distinct aroma.
  
  since then, i've developed the constant habit of picking a leaf from an interesting tree or plant that i pass by (which happens nearly everyday), smelling its crushed scent, and then engaging in the mental game of recalling its name.
  
  i think one of my kids has picked up the same habit from me... :-)
  
  

• quietone said on Jan 17, 2008....

  a very nice story ginger.  I remember my dad who has been gone for 30 years now... every time I have a wintergeen life saver...he loved those things... yes, it is the small things like that that catch us off guard..in a good warm way..  :)

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