I think it's a combination of my dad being sick, my trip back home and C's upcoming wedding... I've been drifting down memory lane lately.
- Payday Thursday sub night! (we made our own)
- Dad's eight track players and what seemed like hundreds of eight tracks!
- Dad singing his favorite songs in the silliest ways.
- Friends and family dropping by throughout the weekend.
- Going to the cottage every weekend during the summer.
- Hearing my parents chat at the dinning room table after dinner over tea.
- The smell of coffee on Saturday mornings.
- The radio on all day every day.
- Having Legos at the cottage only... and being completely obsessed with them.
- The giant Barbie house my dad made me (with carpet, wallpaper, mirrors, a garage - with light, a patio with tiny little spindles and green AstroTurf!)
- Belle, our beautiful miniature collie.
- The countless hours it took my mom to make all of my skating costumes. (hand stitching the tiny little beads)
- Dad pulling our sleds back up the hill, even when he didn't slide with us.
- Stockings on New Year's morning.
- Mom and Dad waking us up at 12am for fondue on New Year's Eve/Morning.
- Making snow forts under the boat during the winter.
- Mom throwing us some cans of 7up while we were swimming in the lake, while it was raining. (you have to love Fido Dido!)
- Building stuff with Dad. I'm sure I was very "helpful".
- Eating chips and soda on Friday and Saturday only.
- Never once trying my mom's butter tarts, but now wishing I had.
- Making that popcorn over the stove at the cottage. Nothing tasted better.
- Eating an obscene amount of "Mr. Freezies" at the cottage. (must be where Reece gets it from)
- Parlez francais!!! Allez dehors!!! (ha!)
- Veggies and dip was a staple at the cottage.
- My mom's green peppered steak.
- Dad's jokes told again and again and again...
- The rainbow they had painted in my room.
- The endless supply of crafts I was provided me with.
- The paddle boat.
- Skinny dipping.
- Catching leaches and covering them with salt.
- Dad and his friends coming together to build the "big" projects.
- Exploring the islands.
- The sounds of loons at night.
- Watching sunsets together.
- Our "American" friends from Michigan.
- Dad cutting down, what seems like, every one's trees and thinking he was the strongest man on earth. (I think he still is!)
- Making the rock bridge to the other island, as a family.
- Walking "to the goose and back" in the mornings with my mom.
- Our multiple family trips.
- The console TV that we had up until 3 years ago.
- All of the Halloween parties my parents let me have... and participated in!
- Christmas Eve parties at my grand-parents' house and Santa arriving on his snowmobile!
We have memories, good ones and bad ones, that bind us for life. Ohana.
Ahh... As I read this... I had to giggle!!
ReplyDeleteYou have wonderful parents Ren!!!
I feel the need to add to some of these memories... Here are a couple I'm sure you haven't forgotten either!
1. On our way to Chapleau... your dad stops at an abandoned hotel (in the middle of NOWHERE and tells us to get out and walk the dog because your mom was looking too sexy!
2. The look on your face, as you realized your dad was asking us to get out so he and your mom could have a quicky! LMAO (and the look on mine, I'm sure!)
3. Heading to the camp on May long weekend... and wanting to get there so bad that we broke through the ice with an aluminum boat and a paddle... all because your dad didn't want to disappoint us!
4. L'île des Goélans - and all the adventures the island brought!
5. The smell of your dad's garage - always smelled of freshly cut wood, because he was always building something...
Merci pour tous les beaux souvenirs monsieur et madame Gagné... et merci Renée, de me les avoir rappelé dans ce message!
Ugh!!! That got me teary eyed!! You are so right!!! It's awesome that I had you to share all those memories with. Thank YOU for being there to experience it all with me.
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