Store Your Happy Memories Here:

[Croix]

Dear All~

What this place is for:
This thread is a tool, a resource, and also I guess a dash of entertainment.

I’ve found that when life is grim that sometimes thoughts of past happiness can create a chink of light in the grey overwhelming press of down. They can help occupy the mind with lighter reflections.

With that in view I invite people to set down a brief passage describing some happy event they look back to with fondness and peace.

They - and others too - can then return to it when they feel the need to glean a little warmth.

It is not a place for gloomy or dire tales, those can go elsewhere.

What to do:
Just set out, as simply as you like, your recollection of some past experience that means something good to you, something you enjoyed, something from safe times.

It can be, like my story below, anything – from an account of visiting grandparents to simply cooking and eating a melted-cheese sandwich in a favorite kitchen – you get to choose.

How to do it:
Write. Write enough so someone else can feel the mood, know what happened, find the goodness. (stop at 2,500 characters please!)

Grammar, syntax, spelling, punctuation are not compulsory, just write as you can – the only important thing is the content - not literary merit. Short or long - it does not matter.


I hope you enjoy, contribute and find a little distraction here when you need it.

Croix

[Croix]

Dear All~

Mrs Dools: We sometimes get those balloons taking off near us, and flying/drifting quite low, we can hear the roar of the burners and other times peoples voices. Have no idea where they land. I've often wondered what it would be like, but like a lot of things never got around to doing anything. you make it sound magical.

DB: It's amazing how something can make such an impression that it travels down the years, it sounds like you still have a pretty clear picture of that little doggie. I'm well thanks, hope you are doing OK now.

Jackson: every time you post here you strengthen the impression of scamps and mischief. I'd bet that list of things you could not be trusted with grew to a pretty impressive size. I like the way you 'accidentally' kept on bouncing!

Croix

[Jackson1994]

There’s a lot more stories I could share Croix. I don’t know how Mum did it, she’s one strong lady.

[Doolhof]

Hi Everyone,
Jackson's story has reminded me of a time we took my niece to a fun park. She was enjoying the bouncy pillow thing all to herself when some larger kids got on. She was airborne in a flash and bounced right off the thing.

The operator apologised and presented my niece and I with free rides for the Ferris wheel. We both enjoyed that ride and had some laughs when I started to feel motion sickness!

Spending time with my nieces when they were younger, sharing their childhoods, will always be a happy memory for me.

[Moonstruck]

Mrs D....you and Croix mentioned hot-air balloons! some years back i was lucky enough to go up in one...free trip, part of work assignment...as I recall there was only one other person in it, apart from the operator...had no idea how glorious it would be, that slow drifting at just the right height...over suburbs and streets I knew so well, but obviously never seen from that angle....absolutely gorgeous.

The ultimate relaxant.

[Croix]

Dear All~

Mrs Dools: I'm not sure exactly how having motion sickness can tickle one's funny bone, you'll have to explain it to me I guess.

Jackson: I do not doubt for a moment your mum is strong -she would have to be! any more stores of miss-spent oyuth welcome.

Moon: Thank you for a happy memory, just at the moment hard for you, why it means much. Hot air balloons have wicker baskets (or the one's I've seen do anyway) and wicker reminds me of my Nain's wicker basket, which had a lid. I had a bucket. She had a shopping bag for ordinary, and the basket for the beach, which contained a towel (for her to sit on) a bottle of (cold) tea, sandwiches and barabrith (a sort of cross between bread and cake).

She would supervise me (read gossip with other ladies of her vintage) as I clambered over rocks and the jetty, hunting for crabs and winkles. These went in the bucket to be eaten at home. Those rocks were sharp and covered in even sharper limpets. I remember being presented with a pair of plastic sandals -amazing, a novelty, you could get them wet! - after which my feet no longer got scratched or scraped.

Croix (who thinks grandparents are a good invention:)

[blondguy]

Hello

I remember listening to the radio in 1970 and listening to Tom T Hall singing 'Old Dogs Children and Watermelon Wine' It was a time of childhood peace devoid of the complications and high expectations that society expects now

Thankyou Croix for the great post (again) 🙂

Paul

[geoff]

Happy, NO, not at all, why is it that I'm the one.

Geoff.

[Elizabeth CP]

I'm feeling jealous. I've never been in a hot air balloon. I would love it. I love being up high and looking down. I love lookouts. My husband jokes that I can't help myself as I turn off automatically when there is a lookout or a path which looks like it might lead to a nice view. I was always the well-behaved child I loved to explore. Mum used to tell me about the time I followed the window cleaner up his ladder. He screamed for mum to rescue me as he was too scared to move in case I fell any years later my husband was home with out 3 year old

He was trying to renovate the house so went on the roof to do some work. Our daughter followed him up the ladder and then played chasy on the roof when her dad tried to get her to take her to safety. He ended up leaving her until she was ready to go down as the alternative was too dangerous. Maybe climbing is genetic

All my kids are adventurous

[Doolhof]

Hi Everyone,

It is lovely to be able to recall happy memories.

Croix, the motion sickness was funny because I made it that way! Maybe I need to dot hat with my depression!

Back to motion sickness, it is an awful feeling! I used to have to take a very curvy road to my sister's house. Each time I arrived I was feeling very ill and would have a cup of strong black tea and some dried biscuits outside while my body recovered. My nieces thought it was funny too.

I could either consider this as a bother or as being quite a funny thing to experience. Funny was better.

I do believe some pilots have a wonderful sense of humour as well. I am quite sure some of them say to the airhostesses, "Hold on. Don't serve those meals and drinks just yet. Wait! Wait! Okay now! Serve those foods and drinks right now as we have just hit the worst turbulence patch for the whole journey!"

Cheers all from Dools

[Moonstruck]

Hi Geoff...it's been a long time since we spoke...I am not sure what you meant by your last post on here...perhaps you can clarify if I am on the wrong track.

Do you, like me, have trouble recalling any specific "happy memories"to put on here....or, again like me, find no benefit at all in writing them down here in detail...in fact I am the opposite.....it would make me feel quite melancholy, that those happy memories are just that...memories and can never be re-lived........ Am I confusing you totally yet?

I've explained this to others on here before and enjoy reading theirs....the only reason I mentioned my ride in the balloon was that Mrs D's comments about it simply reminded me......I wouldn't put it on my list of "happy memories".just an experience that's all. I never think about it.

re childhood memories....most of those were bad ones....I can recall the unhappy ones easily....and if I can summon up some happy ones....this thread will be the first to know...they will most likely feature my father...certainly not my mother (only bad ones of her I'm afraid).

well, have a good day everyone....hope I haven't depressed you all.......(Full Moon on thursday I believe folks)