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

[missep123]

I will store another happy memory here:

Going to my hometown in Japan and going to the local shops there. It sounds so simple but just thinking about it makes me so happy and I have so many memories there!

[Croix]

Dear All~

I'm sitting here in front of the fire nice and warm, the lighting soft, this will be a happy memory for the future.

Today though I look in front of the fire and see the 'cat tent'. For those of you not familiar with this device it is an ordinary wooden clothes horse on which we put washing to dry. Often - as today - it is sheets and these reach down and almost touch the carpet.

Generations of cats have made use of this excellent device, which thay are all convinced is put there for their amusement. Sumo Cat goes in side and snoozes. Nasty Cat used to lurk inside and try to claw anybody passing close by.

Brown Cat (we were not good on names the day we got her) convinced herself she was a mountaineering cat and would always climb up using her claws to reach the top, sometimes she did and lay there happy, other times the whole contraption would collapse. and Mrs C would have a few choice words to say:)

Fun

Croix

[Moonstruck]

Perhaps I am a bit deranged. I can't think of any. I thought of childhood...nuh nothing springs to mind.

I have some wonderful adult memories though.

But I heard someone say exactly how I feel and probably. why I never join in this thread..they said "when i think of my beautifully happy memories it makes me so sad..because they're gone..those things will never happen again"

[mmMekitty]

I fear with my memory becoming so horrible that I will lose the memories I want to keep, if only they serve to remind me that feeling happy, enthusiastic, love & wonder, are things I am capable of feeling when I am feeling it's not possible. I want to be able to, maybe with help, look at the memories I do have, even if I have to come here to do it, & see, right here, mmMekitty, you did like singing, even singing badly, you did love that cat to her (I wonder) annoyance, you had enjoyed mulberries &trees, colours, birds, being mmMekitten, other people's stories, which reminded me of other things, like camping, & roasting marshmallows, & the more I name the more I recall. Sure there comes some sadness, grief too, because I can't see rainbows anymore, & so much else, I once saw, or could do, that's true.

Having spent a lot of time trying to not feel anything, or feeling so awful about everything that I could not see beyond that misery, I am so glad I can appreciate memories, even ifmy access to them needs prompting.

I'm grateful to find enjoyment in others memories, too. These shared memories can give us a greater sense of being a group which comes together here. We don't need to remain so isolated.

I don't want to forget my memories of when I felt I belonged within a group. I think the first time wha when I was in the choir at school, grades 8 & 9. HOw wonderful singing together, having fun, surprising our teacher/choir mistress (so called then), with 'Rubber Duckie' we'd arranged for ourselves. Standing there with the group, on stage once, as well. Feeling excited & proud together. Those days are gone, but I want the memories, even though, remembering also reminds me of how my parents took that away, moving me from the school & boarding me weekdays away from home. & look, there were good memories from being away from home, too

Tease out one thread, & other things follow - might be some good in there, too.

*

Croix, I'm thinking, trying to imagine what Mekitty would have used your cat tent for. I think she would have challenged Brown cat for the top spot, especially if it is in the sun & she could look out a window. Other times, she'd be happy walking through, allowing the washing to brush her free of any loose hairs, of which there were many. Or Play like Nasty Cat. 😺You might also find the occasional sadly departed gecko in the washing, too.

Warmly everyone!

mmMekitty

[Croix]

Dear All~

Dear Moon: I would think that for a lot of people some happy memories are tinged with a little regret that those times have past. I feel this too at times, some of the earlier posts I put in this thread were very happy times in my youth, and not only has that vanished 🙂 but also the places I've mentioned - vanished in the name of progress.

However I can still get enjoyment in my mind's eye reliving those episodes, which themselves remind me of other episodes too.

Dear mmMekitty: As I expect you know the whole reason I started this thread was as a repository, partly because when very down I'd not think of happy things unless they were in front of me, and partly so many people could share, or even just read, the memories of others and take pleasure from them.

No, I'd not considered a less than perfect memory as being a factor, however I'm glad you have pointed it out it's very true.

I'm sure MeKitty would have made all those uses of the cat tent, and more. I'm not so sure Mrs C would regard furry laundry impregnated with gecko in quite the tolerant way I might.

The "Chariots of Fur" in question is here, though as the picture is small it may not be of much use

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7YYOYYoJEdc

Yes, If you would care to donate some marshmallows that would be lovely.

As for the smoking jacket, it is simply a custom, nothing to do with spilled gravy or kindling in pockets. It is used n a bygone era (to which I personally mostly belong) to indicate a relaxed informal atmosphere. Mind you I never spill gravy on my tux, a.k.a. "penguin suit".

Croix

[mmMekitty]

Thanks Croix, you wonderful Walrus!😺 I got big tele for PC monitor, so that might be big enough to enjoy a little video. I do remember what those muppets looked like, as well.

mmMarshmallows on the way. Look up for the drone.

This might be the only good reason to carry a long stick: so you don't frizz your whiskers getting too close to your fire while roasting mmMarshmallows.

oh, Kermit's nephew, Robim, singing "Half Way Up the Stairs" - one of my favourites.😺

Warmly to you & everyone.

mmMekitty

[mmMekitty]

Hey Croix,

Did you run "Chariots of Fur" with the Closed Caption turned on?

I did, to try to understand what the singers were singing (lots of magnification & pausing)... It gets interesting. 😸Something else to remember.

Funny I was thinking the Monsterpiece Theater wer from The Muppet Shw, when they were from Sesame Street - maybe because Cookie is so serious playing Alisteair?

These are great to add a little lightness to a dreary day.😺All the better ifyou don't know them or like me, forgot them. The earlier Sesame Street had so much going for it, while today's version is so uninspired.

mmMekitty

[Doolhof]

Hi All,

A bit like Croix and his story about the cat tent, I was thinking of cubby houses for kids. Mum used to put a blanket over the card table, that created an instant world of comfort and companionable aloneness, sometimes with the cat, a book or a teddy.

Cubby houses were also created out in the garden with what ever could be found to construct them.

A tent in the garden is like a cubby house these days.

[Croix]

Dear All~

I enjoyed the Muppets from years ago, one of my favorites was 'A Christmas Carol' wiht Michael Caine. It had all the pathos and morality of the original plus the fun of the Muppets. (I'm not sure the Xmas goose was too pleased to be invited to dinner:(.

-C

[mmMekitty]

Hi Croix, & everyone,

I would like to store this happy memory, here in this beautiful library.

Last Thursday afternoon, out with my helper, one thing we did was to go to her place & she & Labrador mummy dog, let me hold one of the 9 puppies born 2 weeks earlieer. The puppy I held was a honey-blonde girl. She nuzzled at me, sticking her nose between my arm & chest, as if in search of milk. She squirmed around, & I helped to keep her claws from getting caught in my jumper, while cradling her rear end, not wanting her to fall.

My helper's older puppy. wanting attention, leapt up & I was afraid his enthusiasm & weight might harm the little puppy.

Mummy dog came & checked that everything was alright, every few minutes.

My helper's other big dog also seems to not want to be left out, so he brought me a tennis ball, all soggy, with the inner rubber ball in halves within the fabric, which seemed to be holding up rather well, considering.

When the little puppy had turned around & had nuzzled my right side, I guess she gave up looking for milk she would not find, & settled even more into my arm & went to sleep.

I continued to stroke her all the while, she being so soft & sweet, it seemed only natural. It was so peaceful & relaxing sitting there, even as in her sleep, she had little twitches, & only once did she mewl, just a little bit. I checked again, to be sure her claws had not caught in my jumper.

I could have gladly stayed there for hours, except that eventually puppy would need mummy dog, or something. Time was too short, before my helper said she would remove puppy & she'd take me back home.

It's been years since I've felt so relaxed & content, & it was so simple: just hold & pet a sleepy puppy! 😹

❤️❤️❤️Thanks Croix.❤️❤️❤️

mmMekitty