Such a lovely morning here in High Point. There was a hard rain last night, along with a cold front moving in. We really needed the rain to knock the pollen out of the air, so this morning the air is fresh and clean and the sky is bright blue...rather reminiscent of a Maine summer morning, complete with 45 degree temps. Since the kids are still on break, we all walked to a local restaurant-Alex's house- and had breakfast. The dogwood and azaleas are bursting forth, so the walk was beautiful. It was one of those times when I was acutely aware of the fact that having all of us together will become increasingly rare, which then caused me to remember my own childhood...and then I want to "wax nostalgic," as it were.
I have always thought that growing up in Maine was a special experience. I've read that even the worst of childhood memories become magical given enough years having passed between the actual occurance the recollection of them. And so it is with Maine and I. I love just being from Maine. After all, the population of the whole state (@ a million) is less than that of the metro areas of most states. There just aren't that many of us Mainers. That, combined with the fact that when I mention I'm from Maine, I almost always get one of the following comments: "Ohhhhh, Maine is so beautiful...we went to____________, and it was so lovely." Or, : "I've always wanted to go to Maine." So, maybe I just have a deluded image of my how great my home state is. Mike has none of that nostalgia for Michigan...
So here's the next "contest." Tell us where you grew up. Tell us if you have wonderful nostalgic memories of the place or if you couldn't wait to leave...or both. Do you go back to visit? Will you-or do you-still live there? Tell me one "frugal" memory that you have of your childhood years. For your efforts, your name will be put in a drawing for a signed copy of my newest book, Twice a Soldier. You have until Sunday night to post; I'll announce the winner Monday.
And my Maine frugal memories? Too many for one blog. I grew up eating deer meat and brook trout. My dad grew a huge garden...and my mom canned it...no small feat when you have about an 8 week growing season. We ate fiddleheads (a type of fern) and dandelions and heated the house with wood. I don't know that I would want to replicate all of this with my own family, esp. the heating with wood part, but I still love fiddleheads and dandelions.
Help me out....what are your memories?