Memories In A Box
This activity is related to the information found in the article, “When You Were Little.” If you haven’t read it yet, go check it out so you’ll better understand the references. Spring means getting out and visiting more often so there are bound to be more kids around who are looking for something to do. This is one of many activities that will help you fill that bill.
Your children, grandchildren, and even the neighborhood kids love spending time with you and talking about “the good old days.” To make this natural curiosity more fun, write a note or draw a picture of something you’d like to share with the youngsters. It could be something about your grandparents, something you found tucked away in a box, or anything that brought back a fond memory for you. Put the bit of paper in a box like the one below.
Make a special time to share these things with the children. Allow them the honor of pulling out the piece of paper that holds an untold remembrance from your past. The more pomp and circumstance that surrounds this activity, the more fun it will be for the kids. It will also teach them to value the past. Enjoy!
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Memory Lane Tile Box
As a child, I remember taking trips and sitting in the back seat of the car while my mother and grandmother talked. Most kids either don’t miss a thing or tune it all out. While in the back seat, I was usually in the “tune it out” mode. When the old stories started coming out in the conversations, you can bet I quickly found myself in the “don’t miss a thing” mode. I loved those family stories that my grandmother told. There was just something about hearing that the people I admired the most were in fact real people, just like me.
There were stories of silly but funny mistakes. These were my favorites because the laughter seemed to add to the comfy feeling during trips. There were stories about family history and how so-and-so got into trouble. Even at the ripe age of 6, I could tell what was condoned and what wasn’t, even if I didn’t understand everything that was said. Stories about my mom as a child were great. They gave me something to aspire to. No matter what kind of story was being told, I felt like I was a part of it all because I could listen, ask questions, and laugh along with everyone else.
During my teenage years, which I call my eye-rolling and sighing stage, I still found myself in the back seat on trips and still ignoring a lot of what was being said. Evidently I was hiding behind the door when they handed out patience but did manage to get a double dose of nosiness. Sigh. Anyway, during this time, I was tired of hearing the family stories. It seemed that they couldn’t tell them fast enough to suit me. I remember thinking that the details were more elaborate and tended to stretch on for a longer time than when I was little.
Now, I find myself in the older adult stage and talking with my mother, in the front seat. “Remember Grandmother’s story about…” seems to come up a lot. Sometimes I find myself asking Mama to tell the stories that Grandmother used to tell. Mama and I would both like to hear her tell all those stories again so we could make more of an effort to write them down. It’s too late to talk to Grandmother about the family stories and family history, but it’s not too late to write about what we remember.
When Grandmother was still with us, I could recite the stories by heart. Somewhere along the way, I’ve forgotten bits and pieces. I’ve even forgotten whole stories. Since the whole “story” experience has come to mean more than I ever thought it would, I’ve decided to make a time when Mama and I can sit down together and stroll down memory lane. This time, I’m taking notes!