What is your happiest childhood memory?

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  • greybeard64
    greybeard64 Member Posts: 254
    #22
    Mosquito fogger
    I just thought of another. The city (St Louis)use to run a pick-up truck through the neighborhoods, in the bed was a big motor and a tank full of I dont know what kind of pesticide but it would put out this big grey "fog" to kill mosquitos. My buddies and I would chase the "fog truck" as we called it all around our block on our bikes. Gee I wonder where this cancer came from, LOL??? Back then it could have been some wicked stuff coming out of that truck but my moms big concern was it would "choke" us, those were simpler times, huh.
    I guess they dont do that anymore, I havent seen one in years.
  • maglets
    maglets Member Posts: 2,576 Member
    #23
    greybeard64 said:

    Mosquito fogger
    I just thought of another. The city (St Louis)use to run a pick-up truck through the neighborhoods, in the bed was a big motor and a tank full of I dont know what kind of pesticide but it would put out this big grey "fog" to kill mosquitos. My buddies and I would chase the "fog truck" as we called it all around our block on our bikes. Gee I wonder where this cancer came from, LOL??? Back then it could have been some wicked stuff coming out of that truck but my moms big concern was it would "choke" us, those were simpler times, huh.
    I guess they dont do that anymore, I havent seen one in years.

    wow
    greybeard ...I can't believe that story...my best friends here in Canada are from St. Louis...John arrived in the late 60's as a draft dodger and became a journalist in Canada..a very good one.
    John never smoked a day in his life but 10 years ago he died of lung cancer....his wife...still here...still a dear friend talks about exactly what you describe...she remembers being in bed at night when the pesticide trucks would go through and smog the neighbourhood....she definitely attributes John's death to this process

    thanks for this

    mags
  • JDuke
    JDuke Member Posts: 438
    #24
    greybeard64 said:

    Mosquito fogger
    I just thought of another. The city (St Louis)use to run a pick-up truck through the neighborhoods, in the bed was a big motor and a tank full of I dont know what kind of pesticide but it would put out this big grey "fog" to kill mosquitos. My buddies and I would chase the "fog truck" as we called it all around our block on our bikes. Gee I wonder where this cancer came from, LOL??? Back then it could have been some wicked stuff coming out of that truck but my moms big concern was it would "choke" us, those were simpler times, huh.
    I guess they dont do that anymore, I havent seen one in years.

    Visiting my grandparents farm
    in North Florida for two weeks every summer. They had a 300 acres of pines and a farm. Grandma fixing all my favorite foods. Picking the blackberries for blackberry cobbler. Climbing the poles in the tobacco barn. Trying to learn to string the tobacco (never did master that). Checking the chickens eggs everyday to see if any "bittys" had hatched. Taking the trash to the "big ol' pit". Grandaddy teaching me to drive the tractor, when I was twelve, then progressing to driving his pick-up on the backroads to town to the post office. Visiting my Uncle's meat market in town and getting to pick whatever treat I wanted. Shelling fresh beans from the garden. Catching lightning bugs and putting them in jars. Grandma buying me my first tube of lipstick!!! Being treated like a princess by my cousins because I was a "city girl". My Grandaddy calling me "Sugar" and my Grandma telling me "night night sleep tight don't let the bed-bugs bite" every night when she kissed me goodnight!

    Such fond memories of times long ago!!!

    @Greybeard, I remember the mosquito truck, never rode my bike behind it but I loved to smell it!
  • ron50
    ron50 Member Posts: 1,723 Member
    #25
    maglets said:

    wow
    greybeard ...I can't believe that story...my best friends here in Canada are from St. Louis...John arrived in the late 60's as a draft dodger and became a journalist in Canada..a very good one.
    John never smoked a day in his life but 10 years ago he died of lung cancer....his wife...still here...still a dear friend talks about exactly what you describe...she remembers being in bed at night when the pesticide trucks would go through and smog the neighbourhood....she definitely attributes John's death to this process

    thanks for this

    mags

    Hmmmmmm
    Our beach was renowned as having the worst shore dump in Queensland. For the first five years of my life I wasn't big enough to swim beyond it (though I always tried) So I spent five years learning to swim in a washing machine. With all those salt water and sand enemas its a wonder I ever got colon cancer...:) Ron
  • Kerry S
    Kerry S Member Posts: 606 Member
    #26
    I still have that shotgun
    I grew up in a suburb of St. Louis called Creve Coeur. Back then it was country. One of my greatest times was when I was around 11. I rode my bike 6 miles to the hardware store and bought my first shotgun. I was so proud to ride home with it strapped to the handle bars. If a kid did that today, he would be on the 6 o’clock news and called a delinquent. I still have that shotgun. It has been used by my sons and grandsons.
  • just4Brooks
    just4Brooks Member Posts: 980 Member
    #27
    JDuke said:

    Visiting my grandparents farm
    in North Florida for two weeks every summer. They had a 300 acres of pines and a farm. Grandma fixing all my favorite foods. Picking the blackberries for blackberry cobbler. Climbing the poles in the tobacco barn. Trying to learn to string the tobacco (never did master that). Checking the chickens eggs everyday to see if any "bittys" had hatched. Taking the trash to the "big ol' pit". Grandaddy teaching me to drive the tractor, when I was twelve, then progressing to driving his pick-up on the backroads to town to the post office. Visiting my Uncle's meat market in town and getting to pick whatever treat I wanted. Shelling fresh beans from the garden. Catching lightning bugs and putting them in jars. Grandma buying me my first tube of lipstick!!! Being treated like a princess by my cousins because I was a "city girl". My Grandaddy calling me "Sugar" and my Grandma telling me "night night sleep tight don't let the bed-bugs bite" every night when she kissed me goodnight!

    Such fond memories of times long ago!!!

    @Greybeard, I remember the mosquito truck, never rode my bike behind it but I loved to smell it!

    I have another one
    I have another one I was remembering last night. My dad used to take me to the Oceanside Pier when I was just a little boy. I remember holding his hand as I would look through the planks at the water below and how far down it seemed. I remember my dad smiling at me as I would tell him how far down the water is. We used to eat at the old diner that used to be at the end of the pier and pick songs from the table top juke box. Then we’d walk back and go to the old penny arcade to play games. I remember one that you could try to out draw a cowboy standing like 10 feet away. If you won the draw a green light would go off and if you lost a red light would go off. Then we’d ride the bumper cars.

    The diner at the end of the Pier fell off into the ocean long ago and the arcade has been gone for years now. Now I take my own kids walking on the same pier. I now hold my sons hand as he looks through the planks at the water below and smile to my self as he tells me how fare down the water looks.

    Life is funny sometimes
    Brooks
  • Fight for my love
    Fight for my love Member Posts: 1,522 Member
    #28
    Dad and mom took my brother
    Dad and mom took my brother and me to the park.Catching dragonfly with my brother in summer time.
  • polarprincess
    polarprincess Member Posts: 202
    #29
    Fight for my love said:

    Dad and mom took my brother
    Dad and mom took my brother and me to the park.Catching dragonfly with my brother in summer time.

    summer
    mine definitely were the summers. we had a lake home and spent every weekend there. i always brought a friend or cousin and we spent hours swimming in the lake and canoeing etc..we always had alot of company and would just spend our days having fun. I always loved our holidays too, i came from a huge extended family where there were no divorces or problems of any kind- everyone just loved everyone. my great grandparents lived into their hundreds, so i had graduated highschool before i ever experienced the loss of a loved one. i remember all my aunts, uncles and parents would sit around the table on the holidays and play cards and laugh all day. They are all gone now, and now my family is filled with messed up people lol but those memories are very warm and carry me.
  • RickMurtagh
    RickMurtagh Member Posts: 587 Member
    #30
    I can't recall
    I can't recall crap about my youth. if it were not for the stories of my youth I would have nothing at all. Even high school is getting fuzzy (I am only 50). My wife can recall living in St. Louis when she was 3 years old. While I can not recall much really, I have enjoyed reliving youth vicariously through all your stories.
    Brook, I don't know why people say all those bad things about you - keep up the good posts!
  • just4Brooks
    just4Brooks Member Posts: 980 Member
    #31
    RickMurtagh said:

    I can't recall
    I can't recall crap about my youth. if it were not for the stories of my youth I would have nothing at all. Even high school is getting fuzzy (I am only 50). My wife can recall living in St. Louis when she was 3 years old. While I can not recall much really, I have enjoyed reliving youth vicariously through all your stories.
    Brook, I don't know why people say all those bad things about you - keep up the good posts!

    Rick
    It must be because I'm so cute!! :o)
  • RickMurtagh
    RickMurtagh Member Posts: 587 Member
    #32
    just4Brooks said:

    Rick
    It must be because I'm so cute!! :o)

    that's right
    pure jealously!

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