Last night Mike and I were talking about the warehouse we lived in for some reason...oh yeah, it was because my stomach hurt from eating too much junk and I remembered the halloween I threw up because I ate too much junk. That was the halloween we lived in the warehouse. Anyway, I was remembering that experience. It is crazy to me to think that we lived there. What is even crazier is that mom was nine months pregnant and sleeping on a mattress on the floor. After having two children now, I can't imagine what that was like. Kudos to you, mom. What a stressful time that must have been.
Anyway, does anyone else have a memory of one of the many places we lived?
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The worst place was the trailer in Nebraska because of all the mice! Ugh -- I don't even like to think about it. The next worse place was the house in Francesville because of the hog smell and the smell of the sulfer in the water. I was pregnant there, too and every time I turned the water on I wanted to barf!! Eeeewwwwww......
How about the time I nailed Adam in the head with a pan lid I was swinging on the end of a rope or the time Adam almost drowned in a construction pit in NE? As far as houses that we have lived in, the pot house in CA was interesting. Eventhough Mom hated the trailer house in NE, some of the best memories of my childhood are tied up in that place. I remember how cold my room got in the winter, so cold that Adam and I slept in the living room. I remember how Mom would make homemade donuts and read us the Chronicles of Narnia as we were all bundled up. Nobody can forget Jess' syrup incident in that place either. I have never heard of anyone else in my life thinking that floor tiles looked like waffles and therefore should have syrup on them. What about the sand box at the trailer? Adam and I spent hours and hours playing in that sand box. It was based on that memory alone that I built my children a sand box when we lived in ID. I could go on forever. Two last words - Gotcha Boards.
See, I have my own set of memories of that trailer in NE! Mine are not quite as happy as Jason's. Mice are the overwhelming picture that comes to my mind also mom! (Hmmm... I wonder where my deathly fear of mice came from... You couldn't pay me enough to do your job Jason)I remember Jess chasing me with a dead mouse, and watching one of my best friends in Kindergarten get her foot stuck in the Gotcha Board (with a not-so-dead-yet) mouse stuck on it. She never visited our house again. I don't think I can ever remember feeling embarrassed about something earlier than that experience. I do remember racing Adam and Jason to get our things done around the house to get out and get the swing set first.
Also- do you older ones remember the whole gang coming down with the chicken pox? It seems like we were all cooped up in that house forever.
Do you guys remember when you would all try to get me off my bed and I would lie there waiting for you to come close enough that I could grab you and tickle you? The rule was that I couldn't get off the bed - you could go anywhere but if you got close enough, I could catch you. Also, Jason and Adam, do you remember how we would put socks on and then rub our feet in the carpet and chase each other around the room trying to shock each other? Those were some fun days -- days without TV are always the best.
You can't forget buffing the newly waxed floors in sock feet either. Do any of you remember the huge tire swing down at the bottom of the farm? I loved that swing - before Dad cut the tree down. I was so mad at him for destroying that tree. I still get upset when I see people cutting down large, healthy trees in the name of "progress". The UI cut down a whole row of crab apple trees to widen a road. I used to walk down that road every day in the spring just to enjoy the white blossoms.
I don't remember the house in Nebraska very well but I do remember the swing. I also remember the house with the drugs. I remember the static fights and the boogie monster. Do you remember when we had a paper route? I have a vauge memory of us all delivering papers in the house in Pine Creek. But of course, Jess and I had a ton of paper routes. There was that little black girl that lived next door and we used to watch "The Boy Who Could Fly." I thought he was so cute. I also remember when it was really hot one summer and we would fill buckets up with water and sit in them. And of course, the little baby pool in the back yard where we weren't allowed inside if we were wet so we would go to the front yard and pee in the gutter in our suits. We thought no one would know because they would think we were just "wet."
Okay, now, there's more information than I wanted to hear, Adrianne!
Dad let me drive for the first time while living in Pinecreek. I was maybe 12 and had a paper route. Typically, I'd do the paper route on my bike carrying all the papers on my shoulders. On Sundays, however, Dad would accompany me to lessen the burden. He likes to walk, so when I was done with my route, he'd walk outside the car and I'd man the car down the road back to the house. Needless to say, it wasn't ever very fast.
I think that was the car that got rear-ended and we ended up selling for $900 to someone.
I just got around to reading this part of the blog today. It is wonderful that you all remember so many neat things. They are neat things. And Adrianne should remember the time she got caught in a glue board with a live mouse on it. Even I will not forget that one. She was very young, however.
I think that we need to have a family gathering and record some of those memories. There were so many of them that they were almost commonplace for me. I am forgeting them now, too. I want to get them down.
What about it?
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