Tuesday Retrospect -- My Son at (3)

When my son was three, I was working in as a data entry clerk

(yes, this was a loooong time ago) ...

one of the benefits was discounted tickets to Disneyland.

We went several times that year ...

 this photo is from the first visit. 

 

He was a special boy then... and is a wonderful man now.

 

Do you have a treasured memory to share?

I would love to hear it.

Holly

 

Fond memory ....

While attending a volunteer holiday celebration the other evening ... I overheard two volunteers discussing their children and the difficulty both had getting their children to fall asleep.

I was very fortunate in that regard.

During my first tour in the military, I was stationed here in Sicily at the base my husband works at currently (this is where we met, and we both had very positive memories of the country and the people.. so it was an easy decision to come back here when he found out about the job he now has) ... but I digress ...

my son, Chris, was 8 years old when he got here and he was nearly 12 years old when we left.  Sometime during the second year we were here, my boyfriend (now my husband) and I joined an Friday evening bowling league on-base.  We would pick Chris up from the after school program he attended, have dinner (usually on-base at the bowling alley or the galley... Chris considered either a treat) and then bowl.  Chris would read, listen to the TV in the bowling alley, do homework or other stuff (we kept things in the car that were only brought out while at the bowling league) at the little tables there in the bowling alley. 

If we had the early session on Friday, we could be done and get home before Chris' bedtime at 9:00pm.

However, if we had the later session ... it was a bit different.  Things to keep in mind: this happened nearly twenty-five years  ago - we are in a full bowling alley with all the racket of balls being thrown, pins being knocked down, food orders being called by the fry-cook at the grill in the bowling alley ... it's a Friday night and many of the people are relaxing with "adult beverages" and there are lots of loud cheers or moans from the various teams bowling.  Looking back seems like there were about fifteen lanes .... so there were quite a few people in the room and the bowling alley had those hard plastic chairs set in half-circles for the players on each lane. 

By 9:10pm, Don and I could be assured, that almost without exception, Chris would be stretched out on those hard plastic chairs, with all the noise and commotion going on, and be sound asleep.   His body knew it was bedtime and out he would go. 

Whenever we got done on the nights with the later sessions, Don would pick Chris up off those hard chairs and carry him to the car and then up the stairs to my apt. once we got home.  Sometimes we could get Chris awake enough to walk up the stairs ... but he never really woke up all the way.... it was more a form of sleep-walking.

DH and I still think back on that and smile .... fond memories....

Fresh orange juice!

Freshly squeezed tarocco (related to blood oranges) juice!  Good stuff!

The first year I was stationed here before, DS was only 8 that year.  He strolled into the kitchen while I was squeezing orange juice and asked what I was doing.   I told him I was making orange juice.
Instant response ... "No you're not!. I know what orange juice looks like!!"
Took some convincing ... but he finally tried the juice .... and liked it.

MARBLES FOUND A NEW HOME

I let part of my childhood go not long before leaving for Sicily ... this can of marbles has been with me since I was in 5th and 6th grades shooting marbles on the playground. Time to let some other child enjoy them ... Jamie, the son of a co-worker at L3, was the right age --- he was overjoyed to get them.

Steelies, cherries, agates, flags, giants... lots and lots of marbles .... all sorts of colors, patterns and sizes.

Bye childhood ...

OLD PICTURE - CHRIS ON MT FUJI

Closing one of my Email addresses --- so purging Emails. This waas taken while he was doing a NROTC summer cruise in Japan - I think it was 2002.

Hooray! He made it to the top!

His Fuji-stick had all the insignias from the various stopping points going up Mt. Fuji -- regretfully .... his stick was distroyed on an accident after coming back Stateside.