Imagine this....

Life through a picture…

Children will ask so many questions, and if you were like me, you may not have had a lot of answers. When I was a child, I could never imagine my parents being children. I would see pictures of them but I just could not wrap my mind around the fact that they were young once. When my children got to the age of asking questions about my experiences of growing up, I saw the looks they gave me that I gave my parents. Even now, my husband and I are always starting stories with “when I was little” or “back in the day”. You can show pictures, video, home movies or just be an awesome story teller but some things are just left for the imagination. 

I love vintage photos! I feel sometimes that I may have lived before this time because some of those photos are so surreal. One thing never changes and that is everyone will feel love and hurt. You can almost feel emotions through pictures. Pain, suffering, love and happiness! I found several photos that fills me with a wave of emotions. How did they make it? What was it like during their time? What did they do for fun? Did they suffer…succeed? Did they endure racial divide in their community and how did they deal with it..if at all?  See if any questions come to your mind while traveling back in time with me, through them.

funny experiences in my life · What would you do?

What would you do? #1

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There was a TV game show that came out in the 90’s called “Supermarket Sweep”.  My children were babies then, but they loved to sit in front of that television and watch this show! As they grew older, they would still watch it, right down to the re-runs.  I would watch it occasionally but never grasped on the show, but I always wondered…”What would I do if I won a supermarket shopping spree?”  I remember in my younger days, grocery stores had shopping spree’s and giveaway’s all of the time, like if you were the “1millioneth customer”.  The thought of winning would always excite me and disappoint me if balloons and fanfare never came when I walked through the doors.

Let me set the stage….

You walk into your local grocery store or mega, super-grocery store.  Bells and whistles go off and you are greeted by store management, TV crew and flashing lights and it is announced that you are the winner of a shopping spree!!!  Now that you have composed yourself, here are the rules set before you.  After getting your shopping cart, you have 2 minutes to start piling it on and make it to the checkout.  You can’t exceed $100 or you lose everything.  “What is the first thing you put in your cart……the last thing?”

Ready…?  Set…?  Go…..!!!!

Family shenanigans · It can only happen to me....

“Finders keepers…”

​So I asked Steve to help me take some stuff out to my car before I head off to work. He opens my back door and says “Oooo weee, I need to start driving your car!!” I look around to see what he’s talking about and he picks up a $10 bill. I asked him did he just find that back there and he said “yes”. I went to reach for it to say thank you and he pulled away and said “Finders Keepers losers weepers.”  Really? How old are we? 😭😭😭#childishshenanigans

The hubster of 27 years, Steve.

My Family · My momma stories

“My momma told me, to tell YOU….”

 

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Kevin Hart, comedian, actor and straight up FOOL has a stand up where he talks about him getting in trouble in school when he was younger.  The story goes on to where the teacher sends a note home to Kevin’s mother that has been stapled to his chest.  He arrives home and his mother reads the note.  I won’t give too many details because it is much funnier if you watch the stand-up to get the full effect. It is hilarious and you will be in tears from laughing!  Kevin’s mother instructed him to deliver a message back to the teacher.  The outcome, however,  was not what she had in mind.

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My mother was a beautiful woman, physically, spiritually and emotionally.  She passed away 18 years ago. I wished that I could have kept her wisdom and understanding forever, but I know that God had better plans for her.  She always had an answer for every question and a solution for whatever problem I faced.  She believed in home remedies and I can count the times that I went to the doctor because we had everything at home that was needed to “cure me”.  I trusted her, I mean, she was mom.  I never had any doubt or questions about her ability in raising me because she “knew everything”.  I had the normal childhood sicknesses, chicken pox, measles, mumps, etc…but the one’s I couldn’t really shake were the cough and cold symptoms.  We had Nyquil and some aspirin laying around, but mom had her own remedy for these certain ailments.  There was an unmarked jar with liquid that was kept in the refrigerator.  Whenever I had a cough, out came that jar and I got a huge spoon of that to stop my coughing.  I never asked her what is was, because every time I took it, it worked.  On a flight going to Washington D.C. to visit my brother, mom and I traveled alone and I developed another horrible cough with chest congestion.  We got to my brother’s house and mom asked him if he had any Vick’s Vapor Rub. He went to his medicine cabinet and brought it out for her. I’m thinking to myself, “Dang, we just got here and I am going to be walking around smelling like this stuff.”  That’s not what she had in mind.  She asked my brother to get her a spoon. Now, I am about 15 years old, a little older, not wiser, but maybe inquisitive at this point.  This was the first time I ever looked at my mom with thoughts that maybe this time, she may not be right if she is about to do what I think she is going to do.  She summoned me over to her and she scooped out a huge dollop of this Vick’s into the spoon.  She said, “Now open up.” Uhm, wait..what?! I resisted and began to question her for the first time thinking “what the hell” but saying “Mom, I don’t think this is for internal use.”  I took this little blue container from her and read to her “for external use only”.  She begins to tell me that she didn’t care what it said and if I wanted to be locked up in the house for the rest of our vacation coughing, then so be it.  It really didn’t sound like that bad of an idea, better than swallowing “poison” I’d say.  After about an hour or so of being told that my cough would be productive and I would be ok to go sight seeing, I was finally convinced by her and my  brother to swallow this glob of vapor rub.

Well, my cough subsided and it was VERY productive.  Once again, mom was right but that was advice from what seemed a hundred years ago.  She was from the Old School way of teaching and learning.  She sent many messages to my teachers through me, some worked without repercussions, some didn’t, but I trusted her judgment knowing that she had my back no matter what…as long as I was right. My children must have been born with the “Don’t fall for it gene” because none of the advice and remedies my mother offered to me was going to happen with them.  They were not inquisitive, but head strong and wise.  I too, have sent messages to their teachers through them and the outcome did not go well but we survived! Although I offer sound advice to them on many other subjects, I can honestly say that one day, they will be able to carry the family tradition and share moments of “things my momma would say”.

(PLEASE, do not consume anything internally that says for external use only!!!)