Remembering Childhood
My best dreams...17 total reviews
Comment from evilynne
The memories of your childhood are awesome. I came to the USA as a nine-year-old girl in 1959. We lived in Browns Mills, New Jersey, for a few years, then in Cookstown. Some of your childhood memories remind me of those times but, of course, I was a girl and did not go to Catholic school (no nuns). My friends and I roller skated on sidewalks and played softball in the streets. There were few cars on our street. I played with dolls at times, no Barbie until much later. It was a simpler time but, time does march on. Things in high school were a bit more complicated, as I was very shy and pretty much a loner. I graduated in 1968. Evi
reply by the author on 30-Nov-2024
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The memories of your childhood are awesome. I came to the USA as a nine-year-old girl in 1959. We lived in Browns Mills, New Jersey, for a few years, then in Cookstown. Some of your childhood memories remind me of those times but, of course, I was a girl and did not go to Catholic school (no nuns). My friends and I roller skated on sidewalks and played softball in the streets. There were few cars on our street. I played with dolls at times, no Barbie until much later. It was a simpler time but, time does march on. Things in high school were a bit more complicated, as I was very shy and pretty much a loner. I graduated in 1968. Evi
Comment Written 30-Nov-2024
reply by the author on 30-Nov-2024
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Aah Brown mills and it's murky tonic waters with warm and cold spots
Good days 4 sur
Comment from Esther Brown
Ah I much prefer your non-contest. But it is Saturday and sixes are gone. I check names in my messages to read stuff and only randomly vote. That incredibly cute boy was you? Were you a farm kid? The Catholic school sounds like the discipline was the same as in a boarding school, only we didn't go home for 3 months at a time. I grew up in northern Congo. Esther
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Ah I much prefer your non-contest. But it is Saturday and sixes are gone. I check names in my messages to read stuff and only randomly vote. That incredibly cute boy was you? Were you a farm kid? The Catholic school sounds like the discipline was the same as in a boarding school, only we didn't go home for 3 months at a time. I grew up in northern Congo. Esther
Comment Written 30-Nov-2024
reply by the author on 30-Nov-2024
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The photographs were snapped by me and the children my subjects
Glad you enjoyed the read
Comment from Douglas Goff
Very nice;y done, Sir! Seems like quite the walk down memory lane So which of these kids are you? Inquiring minds want to know. I am guessing number 1 and 2?
Douglas
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Very nice;y done, Sir! Seems like quite the walk down memory lane So which of these kids are you? Inquiring minds want to know. I am guessing number 1 and 2?
Douglas
Comment Written 30-Nov-2024
reply by the author on 30-Nov-2024
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None of the above
They were subjects I found interesting when I loved photography
Thanks for the visit and comment
Comment from Marilyn Hamilton
You obviously have no issues with your memory. Your memories were from a boys perspective but I could still relate because I had two brothers who did similar activities. The world was better back then, you can't convince me otherwise. Thanks for sharing.
reply by the author on 30-Nov-2024
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You obviously have no issues with your memory. Your memories were from a boys perspective but I could still relate because I had two brothers who did similar activities. The world was better back then, you can't convince me otherwise. Thanks for sharing.
Comment Written 30-Nov-2024
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I agree so I have no reason to argue
Thank you, friend.
Comment from Begin Again
Reminiscing! Looking back at our childhood we are able to block out any dark times and simply remember those moments that were special and made life worth living. It's a shame that children today are so tied up in media and tech gadgets that they miss out on all the wonderful simple things. Great job!
Smiles, Carol
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Reminiscing! Looking back at our childhood we are able to block out any dark times and simply remember those moments that were special and made life worth living. It's a shame that children today are so tied up in media and tech gadgets that they miss out on all the wonderful simple things. Great job!
Smiles, Carol
Comment Written 30-Nov-2024
reply by the author on 30-Nov-2024
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I agree
If there were 'bad' times Bach then they were washed away in the high tides of exuberance
Comment from Cecilia A Heiskary
Tom,
This is a wonderful story. I'm on the tail-end of the Boomers and so much in this story is I remember. I guess some of these things are generational. I know the kids of today have no idea what a great childhood we had.
Well done
Cecilia
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reply by the author on 30-Nov-2024
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Tom,
This is a wonderful story. I'm on the tail-end of the Boomers and so much in this story is I remember. I guess some of these things are generational. I know the kids of today have no idea what a great childhood we had.
Well done
Cecilia
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Comment Written 30-Nov-2024
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A stay at home mother a half dozen or even a Baker dozen of siblings
Four kids to a bed
Discipline
Parental expectations more often met than fallen short
I miss them
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Tom,
I know you do. Those were the good old days.
Cecilia
Comment from Julie Helms
What a wonderful collection of memories! No staring endlessly at your phone or hours playing video games as if the virtual world was better than the real one. I must be about 15 years behind you, yet there isn't much difference in the experiences... except some names: Esso was the only gas station I recognized, and my dolls were Bless You Baby Tender Love (she sneezed) and Baby Alive (she peed and pooped). The girls played jacks and Chinese jump rope at recess.
You should have just created a contest when you have something like this. I messaged (the other) Tom about a month ago about the total lack of prose contests. He said he'd look into it. A couple contests appeared right after but it's back to mostly poetry again. I sure would like more, but I was afraid people might be getting sick of me posting so many.
Only possible edit I saw: no hyphen in air conditioning.
I really enjoyed your story, Tom!
Julie
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What a wonderful collection of memories! No staring endlessly at your phone or hours playing video games as if the virtual world was better than the real one. I must be about 15 years behind you, yet there isn't much difference in the experiences... except some names: Esso was the only gas station I recognized, and my dolls were Bless You Baby Tender Love (she sneezed) and Baby Alive (she peed and pooped). The girls played jacks and Chinese jump rope at recess.
You should have just created a contest when you have something like this. I messaged (the other) Tom about a month ago about the total lack of prose contests. He said he'd look into it. A couple contests appeared right after but it's back to mostly poetry again. I sure would like more, but I was afraid people might be getting sick of me posting so many.
Only possible edit I saw: no hyphen in air conditioning.
I really enjoyed your story, Tom!
Julie
:-)
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Comment Written 30-Nov-2024
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I did too... enjoyed the walk down memory lane. Glad it brought to you great things passed but unforgotten/ Thanks for the read.
