I've been thinking of writing an autobiography or memoir but it just never comes together for me but I figured if I write one story at a time and post it on my blog maybe once a month, I can do that. Maybe one day I'll pull all the stories together and put them in a book but for now I'll just share some stories with you about my childhood. Some of the stories will be happy, some sad and some horrific because that was my childhood. But they will all be real, things that actually happened. If it seems like something that people enjoy reading maybe I'll keep it going. These stories will not be in any kind of order, I'll just write them as they come to me.
Taking A Walk With Uncle Jack Christmas Night
Not sure how old I was at the time but probably between the ages of 7 and 9 years old. My uncle Jack was at my grandma's house for Christmas and we were all there as well. After the sun set that night my Uncle Jack took my brother and I on a walk to go trash digging. This was a thing in my family for some reason. My mom kept the tradition alive when my own daughter was a kid and she gave her a porcelain doll she found in the trash. It would have been fine but the head was cracked in half. LOL
Anyway, that Christmas while out with Uncle Jack, we were walking up and down the streets, looking in trash cans and I found a Farrah Fawcett puzzle that turned out to have all the pieces. Score!
My brother found some toys and on the way home, Uncle Jack started taking all the trash cans from the sidewalk and moved them into the middle of the street. We were little kids and thought it was funny so we helped. He was always such a bad influence on us. Then he spotted a small hibachi bbq by someone's door that had some chicken legs and a large steak on it. So Uncle Jack told us kids to hide behind the block wall and be quiet until he got back. A couple of minutes later he came back with the steak that he proceeded to eat on the walk home. My brother and I had fun that night and Uncle Jack had a steak.
That man was a bad influence on us for the most part but sometimes he was fun.
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That does sound like a lot of fun.
ReplyDeleteUs kids sure thought it was.
DeleteTrash digging for treasures is such a unique tradition! Finding that Farrah Fawcett puzzle is awesome, and I love the sneaky BBQ adventure. Your writing brings the memories to life—I can’t wait to read more! Keep sharing!
ReplyDeleteThank you so much, I appreciate the encouragement.
DeleteTrash digging as a family tradition, are you sure you are not coons? LOL
ReplyDeleteNope, we're hillbillies. lol
DeleteSome fun memories.
ReplyDeleteThanks.
DeleteIt’s amazing what people throw away and it’s funny that you remember what kind of puzzle it was!
ReplyDeletePeople throw away a lot of stuff right before Christmas.
DeleteFarrah Fawcett puzzle with all the pieces? NICE!
ReplyDeleteI know!
DeleteFarrah Fawcett puzzle - that would be a find. I can't believe it had all the pieces. What a fun memory! Thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteIt was a good find for sure.
DeleteUncle Jack sounds like a character. I had an uncle we use to amusingly call "Crocodile Dundee" because he'd shave with the same giant knife. It was wild.
ReplyDeleteThat does sound wild. lol
DeleteWhat a fun memory! Your uncle sounds like quite the character. :D
ReplyDeleteOh he definitely was.
DeleteDefinitely a bad influence. But it sounds like you had a lot of fun.
ReplyDeleteWe did.
DeleteHA! I had an uncle like that too and his name was Jack!
ReplyDeleteLOL Those Uncle Jack's always being the bad influence.
DeleteScore on the puzzle. Sounds like you got up to some fun shenanigans with your uncle!
ReplyDeleteYes, we sure did.
DeleteSounds like you had fun times with your uncle even though he was a bad influence. Those kind of stories are the ones people will always remember with a chuckle.
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely.
DeleteThis is a fun story, what a nice memory to have
ReplyDeleteThank you.
DeleteMaybe you just needed it more
ReplyDeleteMaybe.
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