Showing posts with label family memories. Show all posts
Showing posts with label family memories. Show all posts

Thursday, November 6, 2008

Dump Trucks make me smile


You know how you can smell something and it will take you back to another place and time? Well dump trucks will do that for me. When I was growing up I spent a lot of time with my grandparents. My grandfather was a general contractor.He built beautiful homes and my Grandmother decorated them. I spent many happy hours in houses that were being built. I still love the smell of fresh cut wood, dry wall, paint ... it all reminds me of Grandpa. I don't think I was more than about four when Grandpa brought home his new dump truck with a red cab. I loved that truck. I love to ride in it. I love to get into the back of it, I loved the way it smelled everything about it was just fun. I spent many hours playing in the back of it pretending I was somewhere else. I would even dance in the bed of the truck it had a great sound it to! As I got older I worked side by side with my Grandpa many times it was loading or unloading the truck. I think the worse thing I ever had to do was help him unload cinder blocks. We always worked hard he taught me by example the value of hard work. He also like to have fun we spend a lot of time together on the lake fishing. I loved to be with him didn't matter if it was work or play. The pay was always great and usually involved fishing after we were done.
I passed a Dump truck today and I smiled.

Monday, September 15, 2008



I love the beach! It is where I want to be almost 100% of the time. I grew up going to the beach every summer. My grandmother, my mom, sometimes my dad (when he could get off work) myself, my Aunt, Uncle, and cousins went to the beach for two weeks every summer until I was in high school. Some of my fondest memories are being at the beach just doing nothing. We went to Pawleys Island in SC until I was about six or seven and then we went to Edisto Island also in SC. We stayed in the same house for several years it was called "The Sand House" The sand house did not have a phone, no TV, no radio, no....nothing. Holy cow how did we ever survive? Lets see we walked and looked for sharks teeth( I was the champ of finding them!), we swam, we went crabbing, we walked to the store to get ice cream, we played cards, we read, we watched shooting stars, and then we got up and did it all again!