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What Major Events Do you Remember?

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Let’s see… I was born in 1962. You do the math but please don’t tell anyone how old I am. Snort! Just kidding. I don’t care.

I remember a lot of events, some vaguely and some very vividly. I had to look up the year of each thing I recalled because that’s my brain for ya. Anyway, here goes:

1968 – Robert F. Kennedy assassination

1969 – The first moonwalk! Some people still don’t believe this happened!

1969 – The Manson murders

1973 – Watergate, no understanding whatsoever at the time!

1978 – Jonestown, where Jim Jones led the mass suicide of hundreds of people

1979 – Three Mile Island nuclear reactor accident

1980 – Mount St. Helens erupts

1981 – Sandra Day O’Connor becomes the first female justice on the Supreme Court

1981 – The attempt on Ronald Reagan’s life

1984 – The AIDS virus finally identified

1985 – The Titanic wreckage was discovered

1986 – The Challenger explodes just after lift-off

1989 – Oil tanker Exxon Valdez accident

1989 – Earthquake in San Francisco

1991 – Soviet Union breaks up

1998 – Bill Clinton impeached

1999 – Columbine High School shooting

1999 – Prep for Y2K, people were freaking out!

2000 – The end of Napster

2001 – Terrorist attack on the World Trade Center and Pentagon, 9-11

Everything after this point is a blur. Haha.

2009 – Obama elected the first black US President

2017 – Trump elected, nothing will ever be the same!

2019 – Covid-19 Pandemic begins

So, there ya go! What events do you remember? I could remember more if I sat here for a few hours but I just don’t have that kind of time this morning.

Have a super day, friends!

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Campfire Memories

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Back when my kids were young, we used to pack up hot dogs and marshmallows and go down to our pond to build a big fire and make some memories. We talked and laughed. Dad would tell my kids some stories about when he was a kid; some of the same stories he told me as I was growing up. It’s always funny to hear about the shenanigans of your parents’ and grandparents’ youth, don’t you think?

This particular summer, I had my sister’s kids for a visit. It was after dark. We were roasting hot dogs and marshmallows, telling stories…you know, typical campfire stuff minus the singing. My niece, who was probably only 6 or 7 at the time, had to go to the bathroom and she wouldn’t go in the woods, not even if I went with her. I don’t blame her. It was scary out there in the dark! So, I walked her back to the house so she could go potty.

We didn’t even make it back to the pond. The boys were now back at the house. I don’t remember where my dad was; seems like he was back at the house. My oldest nephew, JC, had to….poop. It came on him all of a sudden. He didn’t have the sense God gave a goose back then and he dropped his pants right next to the campfire!!! I mean, right next to it! He was so close to the fire, I’m surprised he didn’t burn his butt.

The kid made such a nasty mess! He stunk to high hell and had poop all over him and his clothes. We kept asking him, why the heck didn’t you at least move out into the weeds a bit instead of going right next to the fire where we were sitting and eating? He said, “I didn’t have time!”

I have many campfire memories; including those of when I was a youngster backpacking with Dad. So, maybe I’ll have to write a series of Campfire Memories. In the meantime, here’s a post you may have missed: That Tangled Line

A Random Memory

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Back when I was in high school, I must’ve been a Junior or Senior at the time, I had a most hilarious experience! I was walking in front of the student parking lot and a girl I knew from Elementary school was walking beside me. I could see that she was stoned out of her gourd but had no idea how stoned until this happened.

I won’t mention any names for obvious reasons but she and I were talking, about nothing in particular really. It was probably the same ol’ same ol’ of the average high school student. School sucks, I hate homework, that asshole boy, yadda yadda… She pulls a pack of cigarettes out of her sweater pocket, pulls out her lighter, and proceeds to try to light a cigarette. I was watching her because I was amused at the fumbling of this stoned-as-hell girl, but looking where I was going at the same time. I looked over at her just as she walked smack-dab into a telephone pole! She bounced right off that pole! I laughed so hard I thought I was going to die from laughter! My eyes watered and my belly hurt from laughing so hard. Even funnier was the fact that her cigarette was bent – not broken – and she was still trying to get it lit.

I feel bad now because I should have stopped her to check her damn face! I’m sure she must’ve had a mark from hitting that damn pole! She must’ve had a headache or a concussion, who knows.

Shame on me for laughing…but you have to admit, you’d probably laugh too!

What Was The Best Compliment You’ve Received?

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When I was pregnant with my first child, an elderly woman walked up to me and said, “You look radiant, dear! I wish you all the luck in the world.” It was the only time in my life when I actually felt beautiful. I felt good about myself. I felt that for once in my life I was doing something special, worthwhile. I’m bringing new life into the world. Soon I’d have a child that I would love unconditionally, and she would love me back.

That compliment came back to me when I was carrying my second child, my son. A friend of mine told me that I looked beautiful but I didn’t feel the same about myself as I did the first time around, mostly because the ex and I were having issues and I was very stressed. I remembered the elderly woman who told me I looked radiant 3 years prior. Instantly, I felt better about myself, and my situation. Unfortunately, my little family was minus one (my ex) a few years later.

Early Childhood Memories

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I was thinking about my childhood the other day and I began to remember many things I had long forgotten. I then tried to think back as far as I could and I recalled two memories from when I was very small.

Memory #1

I was around 4 years old and in nursery school. I remember having apple juice and graham crackers for snacks. I remember crying a lot because I felt lost. I also wanted to ride one of the tricycles that the other children got to ride, but for some reason, I was not allowed. I feel like something significant happened there because to this day, the smell of apple juice brings me back to that nursery school and makes me want to hurl. I wish I could remember more. Maybe I shouldn’t…

Memory #2

I think I must’ve been around 5 or 6 when my mom and dad and I went to Missouri to visit one of my mom’s relatives. I remember a teenage girl nicknamed “Butter” and she had bright red hair. She was always looking at herself in the mirror and fixing her hair. I looked up to her at the time. She seemed so sophisticated! I wanted to be just like her! I remember an older woman, whom I adored because she was so kind and loving. She was always cooking something delicious! She reminded me of Hazel, The Witch, a book that I had read myself or had someone else read to me. I can’t remember which. I’m pretty sure we were on a farm but the only animals I remember are pigs. I laugh now but back then I stood on a hill and threw rocks down below at the pigs in a pen. Poor little pigs. I wonder where everyone else was when I was doing this? Were they not watching me? I could have wandered off and got lost or hurt myself, being a little girl not used to country life.

How far back can you remember?