This isn't really a tip but rather a hopeful 'ThriftyFun Family Shares Memories' idea. There was just a tip posted for how to keep your shoelaces tied and it brought back memories of when I was first learning to tie my own shoes (over fifty years ago).
Is anyone willing to share their stories about their memories whether about themselves, a child, or grandchild? I think it would be fun I'll start.
I was about three and a half or just four and I remember one day being so determined that I kept trying and trying for what seemed like forever. Right about when I started crying out of frustration, 'it worked' and I sat giggling with glee and for days I kept tying and tying over and over again LOL!
BTW, I ended up double bowing because most of the time they wouldn't stay tied
By Deeli from Richland, WA
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I remember one time when I made a birthday cake for my mom. I was probably about 11 or so, old enough to unsupervised in the kitchen. She loved coffee so I made a "coffee" icing, probably from the Joy of Cooking. The recipe called for something like 1 Tbsp. of coffee, so I carefully measured out the ground coffee, never realizing that they were talking about LIQUID coffee!
The resulting frosting was gritty and bitter, like eating one of those chocolate covered espresso beans. My mom was a trouper, complimenting me on the delicious cake. But we had a lot left over :)
Oh, Jess, that is the very sweetest story! Your mom was so loving and awesome!
I started to make pancakes all the time for my daddy at about that same age. Of all things they were walnut pancakes which, as it turned out, my daddy hated ;-) LOL! It wasn't until I was in my 30's that he finally told me they stunk but he ate them with extra syrup because he so appreciated the love and effort ;-)
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Great idea Deeli! Here is one of my favorite memories that touched my heart forever I would like to share. Before our youngest son, Ryan, started school, learning to tie his shoes was a stumbling block for him! We had tried for quite a while and he was getting frustrated. At the time I was driving a school bus and Ryan rode with me; one of my students, a boy, was mentally handicapped.
One morning on our bus run Ryan, my son, was trying to tie his shoes and I was talking him through the process once again.He was getting frustrated as usual when this boy saw him, tapped me on the shoulder and said, "I will teach him" and he did! That day! Out of the mouth of babes!
latrtatr from Loup City, NE
Great memory. I still double bow now. Habits are hard to change.
To get back to shoelaces - I don't remember what age I was but like every other kid I thought I wouldn't be "grown up" until I could tie my shoelaces on my own.What really sticks in my mind is thinking that my parents were both geniuses - after all my Mother could tie her apron strings behind her back (without looking) and my Father could knot his tie while walking downstairs in the morning - no mirror in sight.
Now they're both long gone and I wish I could tell them all the things that I remember them telling me - (I'm not saying I always listened) but they seemed to have a saying for every occasion, and while I have no children to pass all these words of wisdom on to I still quote them when appropiate.
We thought that our Golden Retriever had finally given up retrieving things from the bathroom, but, one night he came waltzing into the living room with this goofy look on his face and with a long string of dental floss hanging out of his mouth. He grew old, is now gone, but of all his humorous memories Kelly left us with, this one is the most vivid in my mind.
My favorite funny memory isn't mine at all. It happened to my aunt from PA. when her children were all small. She was tending her 3 babies (4,3, 18 months) on Sunday and one of them was too sick with a cold to get out for Sunday School so she decided to have SS at home, she is a teacher after all! Well, the kids weren't too keen on the idea and kept interrupting and squirming and yelling out and she finally blew and told the oldest to go to his room since he was causing most of the trouble. As he strolled from the room wiith his most "I hate you face" on he turned to her and said very seriously, "Anyway, Jesus is FAT!" He knew how much she loved Jesus and figured he could hurt her with that remark. He's 40 something now and we still tease him about it...he doesn't laugh.
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