random memories
I have a very good memory when it comes to food and music, even if there is no other reason to remember that particular event.
I remember a time when I was very small (3 or 4) and visiting Aunt Rita. She gave me yogurt in a green tupperware dish, and we sang the song that goes, Heather is a friend of mine, she resembles Frankenstein, When she does the Irish jig she looks more like Porky Pig.
I remember eating Tootsie Roll Drops outside at Bethany Beach on a very sunny summer day when my brother was an infant. I must have been 2.5 years old.
Whenever I hear the song "Here Comes the Rain Again" by Eurythmics I think of the time we heard it on Sardis Road in Charlotte on the way to drop my brother off at soccer practice. And thinking about his soccer practice always gets me to thinking about the orange slices they had at his soccer games.
Whenever I hear "Boys of Summer" by Don Henley I think of the time we heard it on the way to my basketball game at the Metro Center when I was in 5th grade.
At Sarah Cozon's house in 4th grade we jumped on the bed and listened to Duran Duran, and then her mother gave us those hot dogs that had veins of cheese running through the middle.
At Jennifer Kornicki's house in 3rd grade, Jennifer, Kristin Farmer, and I listened to the 45 of "Puttin' On the Ritz" by Taco and looked at a Penthouse magazine that one of us found somewhere. (That one's a little disturbing -- sorry.)
I remember (around the age of 9) making peanut butter candy with Brandi Pearson (we did this regularly -- in fact, I think I could still do it without a recipe) and listening to country music on the radio. We heard "9 to 5" followed by "The Devil Went Down to Georgia." I also remember that riding in her father's truck to their farm in South Carolina we heard "Tell Her About It" by Billy Joel.
When I was on the high dive at Charlotte Swim & Racket when I was 10 I heard "Everything She Wants" by Wham! By the way, that exclamation point is part of the band's name -- not an indication of my own excitement about that memory.
What I really want to do is make a gigantic table of song, food, location, year, and other people present. I hope it won't be another four months before my next entry, though.
I remember a time when I was very small (3 or 4) and visiting Aunt Rita. She gave me yogurt in a green tupperware dish, and we sang the song that goes, Heather is a friend of mine, she resembles Frankenstein, When she does the Irish jig she looks more like Porky Pig.
I remember eating Tootsie Roll Drops outside at Bethany Beach on a very sunny summer day when my brother was an infant. I must have been 2.5 years old.
Whenever I hear the song "Here Comes the Rain Again" by Eurythmics I think of the time we heard it on Sardis Road in Charlotte on the way to drop my brother off at soccer practice. And thinking about his soccer practice always gets me to thinking about the orange slices they had at his soccer games.
Whenever I hear "Boys of Summer" by Don Henley I think of the time we heard it on the way to my basketball game at the Metro Center when I was in 5th grade.
At Sarah Cozon's house in 4th grade we jumped on the bed and listened to Duran Duran, and then her mother gave us those hot dogs that had veins of cheese running through the middle.
At Jennifer Kornicki's house in 3rd grade, Jennifer, Kristin Farmer, and I listened to the 45 of "Puttin' On the Ritz" by Taco and looked at a Penthouse magazine that one of us found somewhere. (That one's a little disturbing -- sorry.)
I remember (around the age of 9) making peanut butter candy with Brandi Pearson (we did this regularly -- in fact, I think I could still do it without a recipe) and listening to country music on the radio. We heard "9 to 5" followed by "The Devil Went Down to Georgia." I also remember that riding in her father's truck to their farm in South Carolina we heard "Tell Her About It" by Billy Joel.
When I was on the high dive at Charlotte Swim & Racket when I was 10 I heard "Everything She Wants" by Wham! By the way, that exclamation point is part of the band's name -- not an indication of my own excitement about that memory.
What I really want to do is make a gigantic table of song, food, location, year, and other people present. I hope it won't be another four months before my next entry, though.
posted by Heather @ 10:02:00 AM
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