Clara's Corner: Remembering COOLER Days!!! (MEMORY MONDAY)

Monday, August 01, 2011

Remembering COOLER Days!!! (MEMORY MONDAY)

Baby ! It's HOT outside. Can you remember when the hot weather didn't bother you? I can. In my younger days, no matter how high the tempatures were, it didn't matter to me. What happens to us as we get older.? I have just about melted today. I had to get out of the house and do a few errands and I've been to the surgery center to sit with my sister while her husband and a small place removed from his face. I am fine as long as I am indoors, but the minute I step outside my stomach starts feeling sick. Oh, to be young again!!!!

5 comments:

Margie's Musings said...: Yes, I do remember when the heat didn't bother me. Of course I spent most of the summer in the pool too.; 4:55 PM
Anonymous said...: Aw, just face it , Clara ... The old grey mare ain't what she used to be ...... carolyn; 8:48 PM
Rose said...: Till November of 2005, I worked outside in this heat...now I get up and go outside and wonder how in the world I ever did it. I can remember reaching up and my hair feeling hot to touch...; 1:02 AM
Beth said...: Oh my goodness, the heat has seemed so awful this year! I step outside and within five minutes, I'm pouring sweat! We usually keep our windows open, but this summer, we've been cranking the air conditioning wide open.

Stay cool, Clara! :-); 3:18 PM
Mountain Mama said...: Hello Clara. Sorry I haven't bee to visit in a while. I lost my friend John last month and have not felt like doing much but I'm back and trying to look ahead.
Yes the hot is hotter and the cold is colder. I think we become more sensitive with age. Not that we are 'old' or anything like that. :)
Your pictures of San Diego brought back some fun memories for me. Two of my daughters lived there for about 12 years and I was able to go visit them several times. Of course they had to show me the sights. I loved the concert in the park too and the world's largest organ was played on Sunday. That was very special.; 8:51 PM

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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!