"Ask me my "TOP 5" anything!" - Five best memories?
That’s a tough one to answer, since nothing too thrilling stands out to me at first thought. Not to mention, I’m usually a pretty private person when it comes to things like that, but the more I think on it, I’m sure I can drum up a few pleasant thoughts.
5. I lost my great-grandmother this year, and though she was at times a vicious viper of a woman, she helped raise me to a great extent so a lot of my best (and earliest) memories involve her. The first thing to come to mind is all the time I spent in her tiny apartment, while my mother was either working or going to school. Every afternoon I would visit with her, she would treat us to lunch, delivered from a little West Virginia-exclusive chain called Gino’s. She was on a first name basis with all the delivery personnel, and always paid by check. Always the same: steak sandwiches, baked spaghetti, or a huge antipasto salad, but they never got old - it was always a treat. Even the same meal for the 20th time tasted great while watching “Price Is Right” with your grandma.
4. My great-grandmother had 5 sisters, none of which I got to spend as much time with as I would have liked, but all of whom I have at least one good memory of. The eldest, Irene, was sort of the family matriarch when I was very young. If you needed good advice, or a good meal, “Granny Irene” (as we all called her) was the person you went to. She lived down the alley from me for a time, just a few houses away, and her house was the furthest I was allowed to go by myself. What I remember most about her was our “blow flower” tradition. Provided it was the right time of year, every time I’d go visit her, I’d pick up one of the dandelions that grew under her porch that was ready to shed its seeds. She’d go out back with me, we’d make a wish, and blow the seeds off the flower together. As she got older, and less mobile, she wasn’t always able to make the trip outside with me, but she’d always whisper her wish to me, so I could make it for us both.
3. Aside from treating me to great lunches, my great-grandmother was an avid pinochle player, and often invited her next eldest sister over to play while I was there. I remember being bored to tears with nothing to do while they played, but what stands out the most is how heated their games could get. I always laugh looking back on them tossing their hands up in the air and fussing about who dealt the last hand. A verbal battle of “Oh yes, I did!” and “Oh, no you did not!” It’s a small thing, but one that always stands out when I remember our time together when I was young.
2. I lost my grandfather the day after my 15th birthday. It was a long time coming, so we had our own ideas of what to expect. On my birthday that year, my mother and grandmother picked me up from school early, and took me to this little coffee house downtown as a treat. They got me the most decadent cup of coffee, I believe, I have ever had in my life. Rich whipped cream, caramel drizzle, even a sprinkle of chocolate shavings for good measure. As our visit wore on, they tried to keep the conversation sprightly, but of course with so much on all of our minds concerning my grandfather, it quickly degenerated. They spoke in hushed whispers, and hurried tones as not to spoil my birthday, but I had been dwelling on it much of the day anyway. What I remember most though, is all the comfort and reassurance I felt in that single cup of coffee. It’s difficult to put into words, as you might imagine, but in that single gesture they had done more to ease my mind than any of their words could do. Remembering the taste and smell of that coffee has always been a soothing sort of memory for me.
1. I’ve been an avid reader since I was a kid, and one of my long time favorites has always been “The Hobbit”. Bilbo was a little person, in a tough and unexpected situation, going against the odds and doing extraordinary things. What wasn’t there to love about the story, for a kid wading through her own tough times and trying to figure things out? One afternoon, my mother gifted me with a copy of the Rankin-Bass animated Hobbit film and I remember being absolutely over the moon about it. The animation and acting were nothing to write home about (looking back on it now), but no longer was I left with my imagination - I could watch my favorite story play out again, and again, and again. I remember being crushed the day the tape inside the VHS cartridge snapped. I’d love to be able to get my hands on another physical copy.
raggedreader replied to your post: *aggressively rolls eyes at the concep...
I’m not even 100% sure I understand the concept of it? Are they saying that “all men have a chance” at any woman unless they are friend zoned, like they are denying that a woman may just not be interested in a guy romantically sometimes or what?
best analogy i've ever heard was "people are not vending machines. you don't put in niceness coins until sex falls out."
you know who's in this thing people keep referring to as "the friendzone"? people i'm friends with. you feel?
