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

[Elizabeth CP]

Croix's story triggered a memory from my childhood. We lived in a migrant hostel after arriving in Australia. One day another adult resident objected to something I'd done. She ranted & raved & then dragged me to the managers office. I was petrified and worried that the manager would take her side. It seemed to take ages as I was dragged to the office. The manager came out took one look as the situation & called for his wife who took me to the side & looked after me providing comfort & reassurance while the manager dealt with the women. The manager stopped my parents when they arrived home from work to explain what had happened so they could also provide further support for me.

While I still remember the whole event the overriding memory is of the manager & his wife caring for me & showing me that I (along with all children) have a right to be safe & there are adults prepared to ensure that.

[Pineapple99]

I was having a bad day once when I was a kid and I was in a shop and a lady came over and said I looked sad and gave me a piece of paper with a really nice poem written on it.

[monkey_magic]

I've been fortunate enough to have some generous family and friends in my life. Good memories have been when a friend payed for my groceries and petrol on a whim. My dad generously giving me lots of food to take home after he has made me a scrumptious dinner.

It's also been good to have these aspiring ppl to look up to. I may not be as completely generous as some of these ppl but it does instill goodness into me and give me light about living in a good/safe world. That we aren't always alone and ppl r willing to go out of their way and offer you what you need.

I am lucky to have supports in my life.

[Doolhof]

A couple of my male cousins had motor bikes. I used to enjoy riding around with them on the back of the bikes.

That feeling of speed and freedom was amazing.

It was excellent when they let me ride their dirt bikes down at a desolate beach. Screaming along the shore was amazing.

Happy memories. Thanks Cousins of mine!

[Quercus]

Reading all the posts here since my last visit to the forums has made me feel good. Seeing many members joining in to post feels even better.

Thank you everyone ❤

A small memory to contribute today.

The quiet ringing and tinkling sound of small metal windchimes hanging above each of my children's beds. I check on them during the night, fast asleep. Miss 4 told me once the ringing keeps bad dreams away.

So I touch the metal and the sound makes me feel good too. Maybe bell like sounds help me too.

[sparrowhawk]

I work in a hospital. Before one patient was discharged, she called me to her bed and gave me a thank you note with the words, "Thank you for being you."

That is the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me.

[Quercus]

Thanks Sparrowhawk for your memory. Sometimes something that feels so small can mean something huge to someone else.

My memory today is about a teddy bear I saw this morning...

I help make breakfast for the kids at school two days a week and another Mum brought in a little Teddy in a box that she had made.

The story behind it made me stop and look at her with fresh eyes.

She makes teddies for parents who have lost a baby. When she lost her baby someone gave her a teddy the same weight and length as her child and it helped her. So now she makes them to support other grieving parents. She told us about another person who gave her boxes of fur for free to help.

Listening to her speak made me feel reassured that there are lots of kind and empathetic people in this world. Sometimes we just get caught up and forget to stop and listen.

[Croix]

Dear All~

It came to me this evening that I'm building happy memories most winter evenings when I transfer to my special chair by the wood fire in the front room. I have my laptop so can continue posting, it is light and easy to use. My feet are up and my old chair reclines exactly right.

The fire flickers and casts shadows, I only have a small reading light.

Sumo cat has arrived from a hard day resting, kneads his special plush blanket to exactly right then settles down, comfortable and substantial. Even gives dignified a purr. There by my left elbow for the evening.

Nasty cat hogs the fire, right in front and has to be gently pushed away when putting on more wood (this "pushed away" is not without its dangers).

Foxy Dog is in the kitchen with Mrs C and here is peace. The wall clock has a measured tick and apart from a couple of trains during the evening who hoot at the level crossing nearby all is tranquil.

Each object in the room is a memory and evokes a pleasant part of the past.

In these conditions posting seems a little easier. I can concentrate without the upsets of the day intruding (well , quite often anyway:)

In future times I will look back on these winter days.

Croix

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[Moonstruck]

Dear Croix....hello dear old pal....you are sounding more and more like a Noel Coward or Oscar Wilde character every day...or maybe even a mixture of those two gentlemen themselves. Or even just someone who should be reading one of their works while sitting by your fire....(or an Agatha Christie come to think of it!)

(I don't think it was Oscar who used to take a his pet peacock for a walk on a leash in the park as you once mentioned....I think it was someone else...I shall google it up!!)......take care.....

[Croix]

Dear Moon

Noel Coward and Oscar Wilde - um, well I guess that has blown my Arnie image and in any case I'm sure I'm closer to Alistair Cookie in Monsterpiece Theater. As perhaps when introducing "The Taming of the Shoe"

As for Agatha Christie, I like the 'Tuppence' - a.k.a. Prudence (née Cowley) - series. Delightfully dated.

Croix