Monday, October 29, 2007
Saturday, October 20, 2007
Friday, October 12, 2007
Sesame Street
Sesame Street has been around for about 40 years or so, and every modern generation has some memory of watching it as a child, unless you lived under a rock. Thanks to this list of 10 Sesame Street Scenes I Miss the Most, we get to take a little trip down memory lane. I believe these clips must have all been from the 80s or maybe early 90s, because I remember most of them. Here's my favorite:
Friday, September 28, 2007
Knight Rider is back, but without the Hoff

Holy crap. They're bringing back Knight Rider. It is said to be a "Transformers-inspired reworking." Though, I'm not sure it will ever be the same without The Hoff.
Labels: nostalgia
Monday, August 20, 2007
Square Dancing
About eight or so people in my family (including my mom, dad, sister, and I) were regular square dancers. I loved it. Though I was ashamed of it at times -- especially, as a teenager, with people around my own age.
Dancing together as a family was unlike anything else in bonding us together. It's hard to explain, but I would say we were definitely stronger because of the van rides together to far off dances and the exhausted, bumping-into-each-other do-si-dos. Laughter and touch was a big part of that no doubt.
Our family was known by dancers in much of northeast Oklahoma and northwest Arkansas, as we were of the youngest and largest of families involved in it. But around graduation or so, after going off to college, I quit dancing with my family. And they eventually quit, too. As I look back, I wish we would have kept it up.
Some of my best memories of Dad were at dances. He was very animated and enthusiastic about every opportunity to get on the dance floor. For a man who mostly worked from dawn till dusk, dancing was a chance for me and my sister to see the loving and lighter side of him shine through.
Square dancing is probably a dying art. I don't have any hard numbers, but based on completely unscientific evidence (such as a Google search for local clubs), I'd say that the 300 year-old folk dance is going the way of the family dinner. In an era where families no longer sit at the table each evening, square dancing is regarded as old fashioned in much the same way.
It's sad, really. I'd hate to see such a wonderful folk art form be lost to the history books of American past.
The Stump With Rocks In It
In this picture: me on the left, hunting eggs; dad sitting with legs crossed as he usually was, watching.
While I don't remember this particular Easter hunt, I do remember the stump that sat next to the pool for so long. It served as a convenient seat, a launching point for toy cars, and other purposes I'm sure.
It had a hole in the middle, in which my sister and my cousins and I would drop toys and rocks and such. I think Dad ruined a few chainsaw blades from the numerous rocks inside once he finally decided to rid our yard of the stump's presence.
He joked about that stump on occasion, and the frustration he endured in removing it. Ahhh, memories.



