Childhood Memories on Film
Posted by Lynn Wehner in Family on Monday, December 27, 2010
We gave a special gift to my dad this Christmas.
After years of talking about it and trying to find a projector that could handle the project, we had all of our old 8mm movies transferred to DVD format.
Sitting with my own family, watching the voiceless images of my childhood — set to music of the time by my sister and her husband — it was impossible not to be nostalgic. As I narrated the “who’s... READ MORE
No One Beat Me Up
Posted by Arwen Mosher in Family on Thursday, July 22, 2010
“If I had to use two words to describe my childhood,” my sister said the other day, “they would be: pink belly.”
I was unloading the dishwasher and almost dropped a handful of forks. What?!? Pink belly? What was she talking about?
Apparently, “pink belly” is a game wherein the perpetrators hold down the victim and smack him on the belly until it turns pink.
I am the oldest of six children, and Tirienne... READ MORE
Retro Eating
Posted by Arwen Mosher in Food on Thursday, July 16, 2009
I’ve been on a quest recently to persuade my two-year-old that she really wants to eat macaroni and cheese from a box with cut-up hot dogs in it.
She remains unconvinced. She likes the two foods separately, but is suspicious of the idea of them together.
It’s not that I have a strong desire for her to eat mac-and-cheese with hot dogs. I just want to make it so that I can eat it and relive my childhood.... READ MORE
Snow Day!
Posted by Arwen Mosher in Just me on Thursday, December 18, 2008
Some things make me feel like a kid again.
The possibility of a “snow day” is one of them.
We’re supposed to get a fairly decent snowstorm starting at 4:00 am Friday. They’re predicting six to ten inches of accumulation over a twelve-hour period, but the snowfall is expected to be especially heavy during the morning hours, making travel difficult. Bryan might have to work from home and I might not... READ MORE
Plans
Posted by Rachel Balducci in Family on Monday, June 30, 2008
I put my arm around seven-year-old Charlie, seated next to me, and squeeze him tight.
“Will you promise,” I whisper in his ear, “to stay little forever and never leave me?”
“Mom,” he says looking up at me, “I’ve got plans.”
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