Throwback Thursday #56 – Is it Better to Have Loved and Lost?

Maggie is giving us a Throwback Thursday prompt this week that may be bittersweet. She asks that we think back to our early love experiences.  Go to Maggie’s post to see the questions she has provided.

Her prompt is: First Heartbreak

I was a freshman in high school when I had my first real crush. The boy in question, who shall remain nameless, was a friend of a friend. Ours was one of the only houses in the neighborhood with a pool which meant there were often tons of kids hanging out. It was easy to meet new friends during the long summer days. It was typical to go swimming and then hang out inside watching TV afterwards.

This young man was a typical SoCal surfer type. He was tall, skinny, and blond. I was a skinny girl with less sex appeal than a phone book. The crush started, for me, when we were sitting on the couch watching TV and he put his hand on mine. I had never felt those twitterpated feelings before. The butterflies were having a party through every vein in my body.

He started sitting very close to me whenever we’d watch TV. My body was melting into his and I was thrilled with how it made me feel. One day, when no one else was around, sitting there on my mom’s couch, he softly kissed me. I was convinced at the wise old age of 14, that this must be love. We never actually “dated.” We only saw each other at neighborhood houses. We had long conversations about such riveting topics as what TV shows we liked, what subjects we hated at school, and how much our siblings bugged us.

After a whole month of swimming, watching TV, lots of holding hands, and a few kisses it was time to go back to school. He was supposed to attend a different school than I did, and I never saw him again. I asked our mutual friend what happened to him, and he told me that he went back to live with his mother in another city who was his custodial parent. I was crushed.  

I had no tokens of his affection. I had no one at home to talk about my grief with. My brothers didn’t know thankfully, or they would have teased my unmercifully. My mom wasn’t home during the day and had no clue.

Once back at school, I had my two friends to talk to. I don’t remember what music I listened to, but I do know I cried my eyes out for quite a while. I thought, at the time, it was true love, but I know it was just a first step on the path of awakened feelings. I never tried to find the young man, nor do I need to. It was a sweet innocent time of my life.  

Throwback Thursday #55 Dealing with Crisis Big or Small

Hello all,. here in SoCal we are dealing with a terrible heat wave. Yesterday, both my electricity and my internet went down.  It was 101 F and the inside temps were rising fast. I tried to contact the electric company on my phone. I could only get a computer that kept looping me and telling me to go to their website, which I could not do. Maggie called during my drama and came to my rescue. From a few thousand miles away, she contacted the electric company website for me to enter a concern about the outage. They texted me that I would be powerless for a few more hours.

I was ready to push the panic button because my phone was down to 20% and I had no way to recharge it. I was trying to figure out where I could go, with Annie, to get some relief. I could not leave her here in the heat. Luckily, the electricity came back on before I pushed the panic button. The internet was still down though.

Last night I attempted to go online. My service was not fully restored and my computer said, something about a weak connection. I figured I would get on this morning and write my post. Life intervened and I was not able to get to my task.

If you care to join us, it’s easy.

  • Write your own post sharing your memories and leave a pingback to this post in the comments.
  • You can use the photo above in your post to make it easier to find.
  • Tag it with #TBTMemory or #IRememberWhen.
  • If you do not wish to write your own post, feel free to tell your story in the comments below.

This week’s prompt is: Sealing Dealing With a Crisis

So, for a different way to go today, I am working with my life right now.:
How well did you deal with a crisis in your youth or as a young adult?
Example: Did you ever lose a pet or a family member?
Example: Were you unable to participate in an  important event?
Were you involved with a sudden disruption to your normal life that resulted in stress?
Would you share an event or more about what role you took?
Were you the worry wart or did you let things roll off our sleeves?
Did you follow the example of your parents?
Were you able to discuss your fears and worries openly, or did you keep your concerns to yourself?
Did you have a good support system to deal with your worries?
Do you, as an adult, still respond the same ways?

I look forward to your responses.


Throwback Thursday #48 – That Was Then And This Is Now


I am here today for Throwback Thursday. Maggie will be back next week after returning from her family vacation. If you care to join us, it’s easy.

  • Write your own post sharing your memories and leave a pingback to this post in the comments.
  • You can use the photo above in your post to make it easier to find.
  • Tag it with #TBTMemory or #IRememberWhen.
  • If you do not wish to write your own post, feel free to tell your story in the comments below.

This week’s prompt is: That Was Then And This Is Now  I’m doing something a little different this week. Growing up, we all had dreams and aspirations.  I’d like you to think back about what you were like and what you wanted as a kid compared to the adult choices you made.

1) When you were a kid, did you like your name? Would you have changed it if you could? Do you like it now?

2) As a kid, what always brought a smile to your face? What about now, as an adult? (family-friendly please)

3) What was the most important lesson your parents taught you? Did you pass that lesson down to your family?

4) Are there talents you started as a child that you still have? If so, what are they?

5) Is there something you regret not doing or starting when you were young? What was it?

6) Did you have more close friends as a kid or as an adult? Any idea why?

7) Where did you go to think as a kid? Where do you go now?

8) What would be the name of the chapter of your life from 10 – 18? What would the name be the name of the chapter of your life currently?

9) What wonderful thing happened in your adult life that your child self could never have imagined?

10) Would your child self like your adult self? Why or why not?

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1) I didn’t like my name as a kid. I was always spelling it because it was mispronounced often. Later, I learned to say that it was pronounced just like Lauren Bacall. If I could have changed it as a kid, I would have. Now, as an adult I like it very much. I never had another Lauren in any class until college. I liked that part.

2) The first thing that came to mind was ice cream as a kid and as an adult. I love ice cream. The more chocolate in it, the better.

3) The most important thing my mom taught me was that I was responsible for all my choices, both good and bad. I tried to pass that down to my daughters. I believe I was successful, until they reached 18. Then it was a totally different story. They made decisions and wanted to be free of the consequences.

4) The only talent I started as a kid was sewing. It still brings me joy.

5) I wanted to go scuba diving and sky diving when I was young. I tried scuba diving in 2000, but my claustrophobia stopped me from finishing the class. I always wanted to sky dive. Age prevents me from doing that now.

6) I only had one or two friends growing up. Typically, I had no close friends, just acquaintances.  In the past few years, I have added two amazing friends to my tribe. I never would have imagined the friendships I now have were even a possibility.

7) As a kid, I would hide in my bedroom to think. Now, it’s usually outside on my swing.

8) 10 to 18 would be titled, “Utter Chaos.”  Now, it would be, “Learning To Love Who I Am.”

9) As a kid, I never thought I would leave North America. Happily, I’ve been fortunate to be able to travel to Sweden, Denmark, Italy, France, Greece, England, Ireland, Australia, and New Zealand.

10) I think my child self would be a fan of my adult self because I have learned to accept who I am, and to set boundaries to protect myself.

Throwback Thursday #47 – Hanging Out

I am back today for Throwback Thursday. My dear friend Maggie rescued me last week. She is on her way to visit her family today and I hope she has a marvelous time. If you care to join us, it’s easy.

  • Write your own post sharing your memories and leave a pingback to this post in the comments.
  • You can use the photo above in your post to make it easier to find.
  • Tag it with #TBTMemory or #IRememberWhen.
  • If you do not wish to write your own post, feel free to tell your story in the comments below.

This week’s prompt is: Hanging Out  Free write about a place or places you liked to hang out in your youth.

Socializing is a major part of teen life.
Robert J. Kelley documented the hangout habits of teenagers of the Seventies. Kelley wrote, the hangout is “invested with special significance; they are the turf, the territory, where feelings, beliefs, and ambitions can be explored with minimal intrusion from the world of adulthood and power.”
Think back to where you liked to hang out when you were young. Your stomping grounds might have been determined by your ability to get to a variety of locations. It’s time to pull on those tangled memory strings and sort out some thoughts.

Did you spend more time hanging out at friend’s houses or away from the eyes and ears of parents?

If you stayed home, how did you spend your time?

Did you have a favorite eatery?

Did you go to the mall with friends?

Did you choose to socialize at bowling alleys, arcades, or roller rinks?

Did you go miniature golfing or do another outside activity?

Did you hang around after school killing time? What did you do?

Did your parents typically know where you were?

Did you prefer to “hang” with friends or family members?

Was it “cool” to be seen hanging out at any particular place?

Was there a place you wanted to hang out, but weren’t allowed to?

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I honestly couldn’t say where the “popular kids” hung out because I wasn’t one of them. (LOL) I had the freedom to come and go wherever I wanted as a teen. There was no one checking up on me.

I never hung out with my brothers. My friends and I spent most of our “hang out” time at each other’s houses. Our typical socializing time was spent listening to records and occasionally making crank phone calls. Of course, we would have to eat, so cooking weird snacks was on our list of fun activities.

I didn’t hang out at school much. I lived right behind my high school for 2 years. It was much more fun to hang out there on the weekends. My friends and I would go bicycling around campus most weekends.

When we had some spare money, we would venture to places away from home. Bob’s Big Boy was a very popular hang out in my neighborhood. We would sit for a long time with a soda and nothing else.

Roller rinks were best enjoyed with friends. You didn’t want to go with a date because falling is not very cool. I didn’t often go to bowling alleys with friends. When I took bowling in junior college, at 17, I could finally play a decent game. Miniature golfing was too costly for me, but it was a fun date activity. After playing, the guys would spend time in the arcade and the girls would gossip about the guys.  



Throwback Thursday – #44 – Fireworks Celebrations

With the 4th of July (here in the US) right around the corner, I was wondering about everyone’s memories about celebrations with pyrotechnics. Whether you celebrate Lahore, Guy Fawkes Night, Bastille Day, your countries’ Independence Day, and/or December 31st, you have most likely viewed fireworks. Think back to early memories of fireworks and how they made you feel.

Fireworks information: It’s an accepted fact that fireworks originated in China around 2000 years ago. Initially, fireworks were used to accompany many festivities and sometimes to scare off evil spirits. The first documented use of fireworks in the UK was at the wedding of King Henry VII and Elizabeth of York, in 1486. The unusual fear of fireworks is known as kovtapyroergasoiphobia.  Of course, it is no surprise that Disney is the largest consumer of fireworks in the world.

If you care to join us, it’s easy.

  • Write your own post sharing your memories and leave a pingback to this post in the comments.
  • You can use the photo above in your post to make it easier to find.
  • Tag it with #TBTMemory or #IRememberWhen.
  • If you do not wish to write your own post, feel free to tell your story in the comments below.

This week’s prompt is: Fireworks Celebrations

Feel free to use my questions as a starting point for your reply or answer them directly. Do whichever makes more sense to you, for the prompt.

1) What are your earliest memories of watching fireworks?

2) Were you more afraid or excited at the time?

3) What occasions were celebrated with watching fireworks?

4) Did you travel to fireworks shows, or did your family have their own, safe and sane explosives?

5) Did you ever light off illegal fireworks?

6) Did you typically have a family celebration before the nighttime display? What did it include?

7) As you grew older, did your feelings about fireworks change?

8) Now the thinker: Many places are restricting fireworks now because of the trauma it can cause to pets, young children, and sensitive adults. How do you feel about restricting fireworks?

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The only time we used fireworks was for the 4th of July.  I When I was young, we never went to fireworks shows. Instead, we would go to the fireworks stand and buy the biggest box of assorted explosives we could afford. My younger brother and I would get sparklers and snakes. My older brother would get M-80s and cherry bombs. I never used illegal fireworks. I was too afraid of getting hurt. I also hated the loud noise. You had to get to the stands early because they often ran out of the cheap items.

I vividly remember the entire neighborhood outside in front of their houses lighting off the fireworks. We would be in PJs with the sleeves rolled up (to protect us.) The cul-de-sac smelled of rancid smoke. We loved it. I was excited when I was able to have sparklers without an adult hand aiding me. At the same time, I was terrified of the large rockets that my stepdad would light and then have to run away quickly. More than once, a rocket was screaming out of control on the asphalt.

Fireworks came at the end of a wonderful 4th of July celebration. We always had a huge BBQ and tons of fresh fruit and veggies. There was nothing like charred hot dogs and BBQ corn on the cob, fresh off the grill. We all had bottomless stomachs and ate all day. Watermelon slices, cherries, and potato chips were consumed in massive quantities. They also served as weapons when we would squabble. We often had a Slip N Slide on the front lawn. The grown-ups had as much fun as we kids did.
When my children came along, we would go to local parks and watch the professional displays. It was free and all we needed were blankets and covers. Later, regulations were stricter and less venues were allowed to put on a show. That’s when we would sit in the back of our pick-up truck and watch the displays at the local junior college. I had no desire to sit in the stands among hundreds of people on uncomfortable benches. Currently, I can watch the high school fireworks from my back yard. I cannot see the ground displays, but I can hear the music, and watch the aerial views.

Every night at 9:30, I can hear the fireworks from Disneyland. I am too far away to see anything, but we still hear them. It’s tough on my dog, Annie. She is petrified of the blasts. The neighbors are already shooting off illegal explosives. It’s a huge problem in my city. Numerous senior groups, that include veterans, want a crack down on the illegal explosions. Every year, there are Facebook comments about how terrified pets are. It’s hard to understand why some people feel entitled to break the law.

I appreciate the governments that have decided to reduce or eliminate fireworks to respect those that are harmed by the loud noises. Personally, I am OK watching a rerun on TV. I never make it to midnight on New Year’s Eve. I can watch at 9, whatever happened in New York.

Colorful fireworks of various colors over night sky. Gino Santa Maria


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