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[JJ]

Every memory with my dad. I remember looking up at him and thinking he was the greatest guy in the whole world. And then I grew up, and realized, he WAS the greatest guy in the whole world.

[dreamytoo]

Sunday mornings Church with my dad...I am a daddys girl. We were raised Catholic, although mom is Lutheran...so she never went to Church with us except on Holidays.

Dad would hold my hand so tight I thought he would never let go, I wish he wouldn't have a little over two years ago...I miss him so much.

There was always a stop at Walgreens after Church...and Dad would buy me whatever I wanted, I knew I had him wrapped around my little finger . It usually resulted in about 5 minutes of mom yelling at him and dad smiling at me and winking. I eventually grew out of asking for anything because I didn't want to see dad in trouble with mom. I was his little princess...

We were allowed to stop going to Church at 16, I continued because I couldn't bear the thought of dad going alone. Of course when I married and had kids of my own, I just couldn't anymore, but mom did start going with him.

[sylviahomeatlast]

swinging----(on swings). lol

[Preds]

Weekend camping with my dad.

[Azcowgirl]

Christmas mornings most of all. So magical !!

[just bee]

On 4/19/2014 Burnsite said:

I have fond memories of the family pets: the dogs (Ruffles and Cookie), the cats (Sam, Tige, Smokey and Augustus), the rabbit (Rob Roy), the chickens, the lovebirds and the hamsters. My favorite of all: Daisy the horse.

What a gift it is to kids when the parents are willing to have the responsibility of a lot of pets in the house. (Well, the rabbit was in a hutch nearby and the horse in the barn.)

It's not as if their child-responsibilities were light. Our family was large. My dad was a country doctor and came home with sick animals all the time. Those became our pets. I suspect that Cookie, a pedigree beagle, was a gift from a recovered patient. She arrived rather suddenly, and my mother had to leave the room to compose herself before expressing her joy. She was lovely to that puppy, though.

[LilacTree]

Me sitting on a stool in the kitchen watching my mom making an apple pie, my sister and brother playing with blocks in the living room.

[tishkins]

Coming from a large Italian family the fondest memories are Sunday dinner with grandparents and all the aunt's ,uncles and cousins. Sitting in the yard and my grandmother would bring out the ice coffee made with espresso ;can taste it now. Let's not forget Christmas Eve dinner(all that fish),Easter Sunday(home made chicken soup with tiny meatballs.lamb and the home made cheese grain pie and pizza rustica.)I try to carry on these traditions with my family since I think it's important for them to know certain things regarding their heritage. Today their seems to be a lack of tradition.

[moonstone dunes]

Living in Florida when we were kids. This was the Old Florida, when you would take the US1 from Jax on south. My mom was a serious Jackie Kennedy fan. We would get all dressed up including hats and gloves on Sundays and go to the outdoor churches. Dad would film us with his 8mm camera. The Bazaar International in Riviera Beach, the Miami SeaAquarium and tony Worth Ave. The Palm Beach pier on Sunday afternoons... 60s music and dancing. Riding ponies on a ranch...we were free to ride them all over the ranch for hours with no grown-ups around. Seeing President Kennedy and his motorcade as he traveled from airport in West Palm to his home in Palm Beach. He went right by our little neighborhood near the airport. Dad filmed that too.

[Mominohio]

A big one that stands out is our vacation when I had just finished 6th grade. My grandparents, my parents, my brother and I left Ohio in June, driving with two travel trailers (this was about 1973) all the way to California and back.

Of course the usual things that people do were memorable, the Grand Canyon, Las Vegas, etc. but the real memories were in the daily things.

My brother and I broke out with chickenpox once we reached Albuquerque NM. There was no air conditioning in the cars or trailers, it was hot and we were miserable. No doctors for us. We were diagnosed by my grandma, and kept moving. After the worst past, we had a great time. My parents would go to my grandparents trailer each evening, and my brother and I played cards and games together in ours. My dad had made us a mixed tape of popular songs of the day, and we played our tape recorder endlessly. Those songs still take me back to the time and place each time I hear them.

I met a girl that I became pen pals with for several years, and we experienced the vast emptiness of the roads of the southwest at that time. Miles and miles of nothing, coming across other cars occasionally, and waving at each other with excitement at just seeing someone. We met the nicest truck drivers, and this was before much development of chain restaurants. We ate at local diners and dives all across the country. My grandpa said it was always best to eat where the most trucks were parked, as the drivers knew the good places.

We camped, saw the sights across this great nation, and spent 6 weeks with just our family. My mom said things weren't so rosy from an adult's perspective. Sick kids, a couple of breakdowns with the cars and trailers, and other things that are only important to the adults. It was a wonderful time, but for reasons one might not think of in today's fast paced world.