My parents’ friends have a house on top of a hill and it has lots of woods all around. It is the only house up there. One time they invited us to a party at their house. Lots of people came and it was summertime.
In the back of their house was a big garden. A [...]
Posts Tagged ‘Memoir’
6. The smell of basil in summertime
Posted in Memoir, tagged basil, grape stomping, Memoir, summer on 13 May, 2008 | 4 Comments »
5. A Blizzard, a Baby, a Doctor (in that order)
Posted in Memoir, tagged blizzard, home birth, Memoir on 6 February, 2008 | 1 Comment »
I’m going to get a new baby brother or sister tonight. Before I went to bed, my mommy told me the baby was coming except it wouldn’t be for a while, so I still had to go to sleep. When she tucked me in she promised me she would wake me up in time. But [...]
4. I have a sensitive stomach.
Posted in Memoir, tagged childhood, food issues, Memoir, throwing up on 28 November, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
(if you do too, you might want to skip this post)
I don’t really like peas very much. Mostly my mom gets the sweet little ones, which are ok, but sometimes she buys the mushy ones on accident. I hate those. I also don’t like the crunchy skin part of a baked potato. One time [...]
3. Snapshots
Posted in Memoir, tagged childhood, Memoir on 22 November, 2007 | 1 Comment »
Patty was in a car accident. She had a light blue car called a Bug and a big truck came and hit her in that little car. She has a scar underneath her eye and sometimes a little piece of glass will come up out of that scar. I guess the doctors couldn’t get all [...]
2. The Big Woods
Posted in Memoir, tagged Car Trips, Memoir, North Woods, Wisconsin on 20 November, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
Bonnie and I were smooshed up in the backseat of daddy’s car and we were driving at night. We were going to Wisconsin! It was nighttime and it was the darkest it could be. Then there was a problem with the car. The lights went out and then it was so dark you couldn’t see [...]
1. Piano Lessons and Ice Cream
Posted in Memoir, tagged , childhood, Memoir, piano lessons on 19 November, 2007 | 2 Comments »
Early memories. Possibly part of an ongoing project.
I get piano lessons once a week. Mommy takes me and we drive there. Mrs. McNally gives me my lessons. Her piano is downstairs in her basement and we go down there for the lessons. I sit on the bench and Mrs. McNally sits next to me. She [...]