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<blockquote data-quote="Chuckie" data-source="post: 1145545" data-attributes="member: 637"><p>I think everyone would love to hear your favorite childhood memories. Maybe something that you think of often that makes you feel good or you laugh at. I think this will be fun to hear what everyone has to say....</p><p></p><p>Here is one that I have about my Grandmother that is simple. When I was really young, they lived in an old house way off the road. They had a coal stove in the kitchen to heat the house. When I would go to bed at night, she would have so many blankets piled on me that the sheets would be so cold that once I had that spot warmed, I didn't want to move out of that area. </p><p></p><p>When it was time to get up, I could smell breakfast cooking and could always smell her fried eggs first thing. I would jump up and run to the coal stove without my shoes on, and she would tell me that I was going to get sick because I did not have on any shoes. </p><p></p><p>She would ask me what I wanted for breakfast and I would tell her I wanted her fried toast. </p><p>She had an old black skillet that had a broken handle. She would put it on the stove; heat it up and put butter on thick bread, and brown the toast in the skillet. She would brown it pretty good on the butter side, and lightly on the plain side. It would be so crunchy. She would ask me how many pieces I wanted and I would always tell her four. She would always giggle because she knew I loved her toast. </p><p> </p><p>She made all of her jelly because my Granddaddy grew strawberries and had peaches, apples and pears. They had grapes and blackberries too. My Granddaddy had orchards for years, so he was so good at growing things. They had the best gardens. </p><p></p><p>I would always ask for the peach jelly and I would pile it on. </p><p>Seems like when you are a kid, you were really hungry, and the food was so new, and so good. It was the beginning of your taste bud experience, and foods don't taste like they did when you were a kid. I think that is why we say, "That doesn't taste like the way my Mom or Grandmother made it."</p><p></p><p>Cokes were better too when I was a kid. They were hard to drink from those bottles, and I wanted to let it come out of my nose and it would burn and fizz. It seemed like they were stronger back then, but I think it was because it was so new to me.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Chuckie, post: 1145545, member: 637"] I think everyone would love to hear your favorite childhood memories. Maybe something that you think of often that makes you feel good or you laugh at. I think this will be fun to hear what everyone has to say.... Here is one that I have about my Grandmother that is simple. When I was really young, they lived in an old house way off the road. They had a coal stove in the kitchen to heat the house. When I would go to bed at night, she would have so many blankets piled on me that the sheets would be so cold that once I had that spot warmed, I didn't want to move out of that area. When it was time to get up, I could smell breakfast cooking and could always smell her fried eggs first thing. I would jump up and run to the coal stove without my shoes on, and she would tell me that I was going to get sick because I did not have on any shoes. She would ask me what I wanted for breakfast and I would tell her I wanted her fried toast. She had an old black skillet that had a broken handle. She would put it on the stove; heat it up and put butter on thick bread, and brown the toast in the skillet. She would brown it pretty good on the butter side, and lightly on the plain side. It would be so crunchy. She would ask me how many pieces I wanted and I would always tell her four. She would always giggle because she knew I loved her toast. She made all of her jelly because my Granddaddy grew strawberries and had peaches, apples and pears. They had grapes and blackberries too. My Granddaddy had orchards for years, so he was so good at growing things. They had the best gardens. I would always ask for the peach jelly and I would pile it on. Seems like when you are a kid, you were really hungry, and the food was so new, and so good. It was the beginning of your taste bud experience, and foods don't taste like they did when you were a kid. I think that is why we say, "That doesn't taste like the way my Mom or Grandmother made it." Cokes were better too when I was a kid. They were hard to drink from those bottles, and I wanted to let it come out of my nose and it would burn and fizz. It seemed like they were stronger back then, but I think it was because it was so new to me. [/QUOTE]
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