Today is a very drizzly cloudy day in my part of Ohio. I’ve lived in two other states, and there’s something about Ohio that I just can’t find anywhere else, or at least in Arkansas and Florida.
I don’t know if you are like this, but I am extremely nostalgic. People tend to have flood of memories come to them through the sense of smell, which happens to me as well. But for me, I tend to get more memory flow back (?) when it deals with the weather or atmosphere.
Rainy days, especially cold, rainy days, give me a number of memories.
I think I’ve only done one memory lane post, which had to do with my dad and his driving adventures when I was little, and I enjoyed writing the post. But there’s so much more I want to share with you all. Stories truly make us who we are, and as writers (especially bloggers), who doesn’t like learning about each other? 🙂 I hope you enjoy this series.
Cloudy, rainy days remind me of visiting my grandma’s house for lunch for Thanksgiving or Easter. I don’t know why. They just do. The idea of looking out of her kitchen door and seeing the cold shivering trees in the wind, but having the warm glow of the heater in the house, makes me feel content.
Cloudy, rainy days also remind me of girl scouts. Does that sound weird to you? It isn’t to me, cause it was my life ha ha, but maybe it does sound weird? (Do I have a weird life? If I do, don’t answer this question 😉 Nah, go ahead.)
Because I’m ignorant, and I don’t know much about the world around me (I should work on this. American 101, we don’t know a lot of stuff that goes on outside of our own country. True story, and it’s sad.) I’m not sure if other countries share similar organizations in their schools. Please share, I’d love to learn! For the U.S. boys could go into boy scouts and girls could go into girl scouts, starting in elementary school.
Leaders basically teach kids different skills, awareness for community, and helping others. (Or that’s how girl scouts was) Each child is given a sash he or she wears and completing different skills or tasks awards them a badge they can put on their sash to…uh…display (I think I’d prefer a trophy).
Some kids got FULL sashes of badges.
Me…I was.., meh.
There was a time when Girl Scouts (not from my school) did some kind of presentation at my church. I don’t remember why, but I remember that day. It was cold, rainy, and cloudy. This is the memory that chooses to flood my mind gates. The one time the girl scouts came to my church. (Okay, brain.)
But there was a time I was in the Girl Scouts.
I was in scouts from first grade to halfway of fourth grade, cause I thought it would be fun (blinks at self, it’s just not my cup of tea). By fourth grade, I basically said deuces mid year, “You know, I really don’t want to have most of my Wednesday full, I’m out.”
You see, my mom, bless your heart Mom, I know you read my stuff (waves, Hi!!)
(It’s also her birthday in a couple of days, HAPPY EARLY BIRTHDAY!)
She, for YEARS, was a Wednesday night teacher for my church. She was basically one of the ONLY teachers for kids on Wednesday nights…did I mention for years?
We would arrive at church 30-45 minutes before service started so she could make sure she was there before kids. She even had a key to the church, and I can’t tell you how many times we were the first ones there for several minutes.
I also can’t tell you I look fondly on those memories now, haha, but I can tell you remembering those times do not fill me with dread as they once did. 🙂
I was tired of being with my mom all the time in church (and yet, not with her at the same time), that’s another story, but I acted up. Acting up meaning…just bratty and annoying, cause I’m such a rebel.
Girl Scouts and Wednesday nights were…yep, on Wednesday. After school, every week on Wednesday, I had Girl Scouts. Till about 4:30pm or so, (I think). We would have a quick supper, and by 5:45pm we had to start getting ready because Mom wanted to leave around 6:20pm.
Maybe, that sounds like a decent amount of time to you, and I’m not a mom, but that WAS NOT a lot of time for our mom, cause…we wanted to watch Dragon Tales that came on at 6pm. Dad was at work, so it was mom and basically a ten year old and a six year old.
I never really got to finish episodes of, Dragon Tales, as a kid.
A lot of Wednesdays were cloudy days, especially after all the leaves had fallen off the trees. Which transitions perfectly into the next memory of Girl Scouts. For those of you who sold cookies, you know who you are.
Did you ever have a hassle getting ALL of those boxes you so proudly got ordered turn against you?
Prizes for the most sold, awesome fun. But in order to get those prizes you needed to collect your boxes first, and send them to their loving owners. One year, I won a plush husky dog, and I LOVED HIM! (I should have named him, but I LOVED HIM nonetheless)
Cough, I digress…
There was one year in particular we had to get our boxes (cookie boxes) at a store that was down the road from our village.
But that day…
It wasn’t just cloudy. No.
It wasn’t JUST cold. No.
IT WAS AN EVIL WIND RAIN STORM!
In Hindsight, it wasn’t bad compared to storms. But because my mother and I had to constantly go back and forth between the store and our car, my clothes got soaked. My face got soaked. My hair drenched. The wooden floorboards were becoming slippery in the store.
But between the squeaky of floorboards, the freezing chill crawling up my bones, the calling out numbers for boxes, and the WHOOSH of the winds, a memory was being formed.
Which I just shared with you 🙂
What do cloudy, cold, rainy days remind you of?