Clara's Corner: IT'S MEMORY MONDAY.....Please share a memory from your childhood.

Monday, June 06, 2011

IT'S MEMORY MONDAY.....Please share a memory from your childhood.

I'm starting Memory Monday. Every Monday morning let's share a memory from our childhood. Here's my first one: My Daddy raised tobacco when we were small. We helped him work in the fields to set it out and everything else that had to be done to it. We looked forward to the time when he took it to the market to be sold. Every year on that day, when he returned, he would always bring a box of Beech-Nut Chewing Gum and bags of Chocolate Cream Drops. It was like Christmas before Christmas came. Oh what a sweet memory. Looking forward to some of your memories from childhood.

6 comments:

Margie's Musings said...: We raised chickens when I was a child. My mom saved the printed feed sacks and sewed our dresses out of them. They were very cute. Many farm people used them that way.; 12:24 PM
Clara....in TN said...: Margie, I know all about printed feed sacks. I will tell a story about them next Monday.; 1:38 PM
Latane Barton said...: I remember gathering some 'rabbit tobacco' (a weed) and a friend and I rolled some up in a small square of paper. We put it in our mouths and lit up our 'cigarettes' like grownfolks. We were in the loft of the barn, wonder we didn't burn the barn down.; 5:10 PM
Beth said...: What a wonderful memory, Clara! I remember working in tobacco when I was a kid in Eastern North Carolina. I remember how much I loved listening to all the conversations swirling around me as I "handed" tobacco (to the loopers---I guess they don't do that anymore). I remember throwing those awful green tobacco worms at each other, too. :-); 8:54 AM
Rachel said...: We raised tobacco too. I didn't like it since it's a year round job! I did it all in tobacco except for the cutting.

I recall my friend and I going barefoot into a pond that was mostly mud. We'd be sunk in up to our knees and it was hard to get around, but it was great fun! I wouldn't do it now since I know about mud turtles! I'm so thankful we never encountered any of them! But it was fun to have all that mud squishing between your toes and the coolness on a hot summer day! Such fun times!!; 6:53 PM
Rose said...: You got to remind me of this next week....I grew up raising tobacco, too.

You can read some of my childhood memories by clicking on the label childhood....; 5:41 PM

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WHERE I'M FROM........

I am from hayfield and blackberry patches, gathering eggs and selling them to my Daddy in his store. I am from a house with no bath....but a path. I am from cherry trees where I climbed and ate more than I carried home.....from digging potatoes in the rich earth. I am from skinny dipping and swinging on grape vines, two room school house, sitting on the front porch while my Mother played the guitar.....wringer washers and wash tubs. I am from playing the piano, the accordian and making playhouses in the woods....hide and seek, jumping rope and May I. From: Raleigh's Liniment, Cracker Jacks and Castor Oil.....Revival Meetings and Baptisms in the river....catalogs and feed sack skirts. From: "Pretty is only skin deep" to "Always mind your manners." I am from Methodist, Baptist, Wednesday night prayer meetings and shouting Hallaujah. I am from the Volunteer state of Tennessee with lakes and mountains, race cars, beans, cornbread and red eye gravy. We always called it "God's Country." I am from family get togethers, dinner on the ground, singing with my sisters, a Mother with a heart of gold and a Daddy with a strict hand. A grandfather who always looked to see if I had my fingernails painted and a Grandmother who could squeeze your heart out! Yes, I came from a family of seven siblings and I have told you where I came from. It was wonderful and I wouldn't change a thing if I could. Now let me tell you where I am going...."To Where The Streets Are Paved With Gold." Some days, I can hardly wait!