Special Memories

[DubbleRDawgs]

  Hey everyone,  Hope this finds all doing great and planning for a fantastic weekend.  I was sitting here this morning in the quite because hubby is off on a hunt and was thinking about the up coming event of 9-11.  I read a post on another thread about the loss of two men and the injuries to the others and it really made for the start of a depressing day.  Ever so often I get into one of those thinking moods that really could just start a trouble in itself. 
  While sitting here drinking my coffee watching the dogs left behind playing I got to hearing the Doves cooing to one another and the most calming effect happened to me and all it was, was a simple little memory of the summers that I spent with my grandmother as a child. 
  We use to sit out in the yard in the evenings on quilts and watch for lightening bugs and wait for the stars to shine and the doves would start talking to each other.  My grandmother would tell me that they are telling their families all is well in the world.  Of course it also made me think of the times we would get into trouble and she would send us to the garden to retrieve a switch from the peach tree to get swats, we always went for the smaller branches because we thought the bigger ones would hurt worst, man were we wrong...lol
  Anyway back to the point.  Isn't it fascinating how a simple sound, smell, taste or even a cloud can bring back a special memory from your childhood.  What I would like to see on this thread is what brings back those childhood memories to you.

[Rockin-P-Ranch]

When I was sitting here reading your post the first thing that came to my mine was the summers that I spent with my grandparents on the Banard river just outside of West Columbia.My uncle and I(he is a year younger than me)use to camp there for a week by ourselves.We lived like little wild indians on the river for a week.always had one or two old cur type dogs with us. We hunted and fished for what we ate, with a few can goods we had. If it swam,crawled,had feathers or fur we ate it.Those where the best times of my life, and Im glad to be able to reflect back on them from time to time. Thanks for bring them back again.

[DubbleRDawgs]

Ahh Mr. Ronnie,

  Talk about memories that came to mind when you stated the Bernard River and West Columbia....I use to live there and still have family and friends there.  I remember as a child we lived next door to the county cop Bob Goud, (I know his last name is misspelled) and he had this nasty habit of going out to the river or where ever else he could find them and rob gator nest and bring them home and plant them in piles of sand in his back yard.  My mom had a pair of cats one day in the summer that were playing on the front porch with some kind of lizards only to go out and take fresh hatched baby gators from their mouths.  We knew that that the tank next to us had a gator but did not know if she hatched any baby's.  Well as the next few days unfolded baby gator's started showing up all over the neighborhood. Then as everyone started to complain not knowing if there was a grown one strolling close by Mr. Bob said they came from his back yard.  We kept our two foundlings in the bath tub until one opened it's mouth up at my mother then my dad loaded them and us up and we went to the boyscout camp Kawankawa and put them in the gator pit out there.  My mom couldn't understand whey Mr. Bob would gather up gator eggs to hatch until one of the neighbor's told her that Mr. Bob was suppose to have had a close encounter with a UFO...lol  So everyone thought that the aliens sucked to much of his brain out...lol

[slimpickins]

2 days ago, while sitting on myhunting bucket waiting on some dove, it happened.
I flashed back to the 17 years I had with my Grandad, hunting, fishing and getting into trouble on a tractor or riding mower at his house.
The fondest memories were when he, dad, my brother and I went dove hunting.
I then remembered my 1st shotgun, a 4-10. I shot a case of shells a week at anything in season and every squirrel, rabbit, pigeon or whatever.
Ain't no telling how many small fortunes worth of 4-10 shells I wasted.
Grandad just kept paying the tab at the dry goods store, no matter how many cases I charged.