Let's Share Nostalgia

An aid to prevent alzheimer's disease from stealing my memories. Now, if I can just remember my password.

Hi. I'm Greg. I'm excited to start with your help and enthusiastic input, a blog to jog those nearly forgotten memories of our mostly misspent youth. You know, the times NOT spent working. Remember those? I want to take you back to your youth. I'll tell you my most memorable moments if you tell me yours. Let's share our nostalgia.

I know Christmas is just around the corner. Here's one of my favorite early Christmas stories.

I remember the year, 1968. I was 13. My mother was a widow. And had met a pretty nice guy named Bud. Bud was a disabled Korea War veteran. His feet had frozen during one of the extremely cold winters in Korea while he was pinned down in a foxhole for several days. He had been in the service 12 years. He could walk, but his feet would swell daily and cause him pain. He still liked to hunt and fish and took me with him all the time. We became friends. This year, with Christmas approaching, Bud started smiling at me saying things like,"OK, Sam. You had better start saving your money because this year your Christmas present is going to need to be fed." I thought it meant we were getting a horse or dog or some kind of animal. We had a small pasture and had had a horse or 2 along the way. I would have been happy with that except usually the horses we got weren't well trained and not always easy to ride. That took some of the fun out of it for me. But on Christmas morning when I opened this medium size box. I was surprised to find a helmet there. Mom had done it again. There I stood again with a puzzled look on my face. "Well, do you like it?, she asked." I had no clue what was going to happen next. "Let's see what's outside." she said. We walked out on the front porch, and there sat a Honda P-50 motorcycle. The perfect size for me. As tall as a motorcycle but with a much smaller motor. I couldn't believe they had bought me a motorcycle. "Start out slow now and no getting on the highway," she said. Wasn't she something? Mom is still living. She's in a nursing home near where I live. She is 86 years old now. I send my daughter to pick her up and bring her to my house every Sunday afternoon for a visit. She is fine. She actually shares a room in the nursing home with her 91 year old sister. We all miss Bud. He died in 2002.

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