Off the top of my head… things I remember about my folks growing up:
We used to sit around the table and cook steak in the fondue pot. I would always want the orange tipped skewers.
My dad made this wooden case that accompanied a baseball game where you had to keep scorecards with old school players…
We would sit around playing Intellivision (before Nintendo)… we would play a football game, and B-17 bomber… Then when Nintendo happened it was a lot of Zelda and Metroid.
My mom would be at all the sports games doing her special hex on the opponent among other antics. Seemed to work though–she still puts the hex on tennis opponents to this day 😉
Pop out in the shop making whatever was next, like a wrestling ring for my figures, and blaring Kingsmen, or Oak Ridge Boys, or Jesus Christ Superstar, or the Gaithers…
Playing wiffle ball in the backyard at Campus House… used an old wooded basketball backboard that had the strike zone painted on it. Home run derby was the usual game.
Mom and Dad both playing all the church softball. They were good too! I spent many days growing up at the old Lattimore softball field–I was the king of cup ball in that sand pit. And ate a thousand air heads.
One time Daddy (Pop) tore his achilles trying to stretch out a triple. He was in a full length leg cast for several weeks.
We walked to the GW swimming pool through about 8-10 inches of snow one year for my bday party.
My dad worked 3rd shift most of the time growing up. He would sleep while we were at school, but then would always be at practice. Every single one.
We would go down to Gaffney most every week to see Herman and Billie, granddaddy and granny–my dad’s folks. And we’d spend many Sundays at Mawmaw’s house in Lattimore–making sugar butter biscuits with Aunt Jewel… and likely catching up on the week’s drama from Young and the Restless.
So much time playing Little League baseball, basketball, and football.
I’m sure I could continue with a pretty long list… and I will add to these memories as I go along in an attempt to compile some type of coherent narrative as a part of my memory project. Of course, the overall support and constant advocacy from my folks is what stands out. I can name individual memories, but the No Matter What kind of love that they have always demonstrated and given to us is such an integral part of who I am.
Thanks mom and dad.