The 'Nostalgia Fridays' Chronicles

Friday, June 22, 2012

My good friend Mel gave this sign to me:)

Milk is Quiet is mostly about living in the present moment by using our senses and being mindful; enjoying what's right in front of us.

Yet, since I'm such a romantic about nostalgia, I want to create a little library called Nostalgia Fridays, which invites us to reminisce about the good old days with family, friends, and coming-of-age discoveries.  I am a proud representative of the 70's and 80's generation, and things were much different from the fast-paced digital age that we live in today today.

These days, we are all searching for ways to be like George Jetson on the speeding treadmill screaming, "Jane!  Stop this crazy thing!"  Well, maybe we're not in flying cars by now, but we might as well be with correspondence and media traveling at the speed of light.


My hope with this project is to recapture some vignettes of slower and simpler days.    


Prepare to fasten your seat belt (or, in my childhood, seat belts weren't even legally required!), and join me on this historical ride like Marty McFly in Back to the Future.  Perhaps you will remember and share some sweet memories of your own.

As inspired by the amazing writer Natalie Goldberg, let's begin with I remember...


I remember one sticky summer when we saved an injured bird that we found in our front yard.  Maybe it was a mother bird who had babies waiting for her?  Maybe it was a baby bird who still couldn't figure out how to fly?  Who knows.  What we did know was that we had to help this poor bird in some way.  My older sister Michelle gathered some leaves and twigs into an old tin Folgers coffee can.  We poked breathing holes on the lid.  The smell of coffee and wormy soil remains strong in my memory.  My sister, ever the animal lover, nurtured this little bird back to health, and it eventually fluttered about the bedroom.  We screamed with excitement--but I think we were also a little scared.  It's not every day that we had a bird crazily flying in our room.  We decided that it was time to release the bird outside.  I can't recall how we let it go or how long it took for the bird to heal.  All I remember is that we felt this sense of responsibility towards an innocent creature that trusted us and relied on us.  

As children, we aren't always given such a great responsibility.  We felt very empowered that summer.  As if we could start our own little hospital if we could.  My boys always love hearing stories of when the kids "ruled."  I have a great story about one snow day, but I'll save that for another Nostalgia Fridays hour.

Was there a memory from your childhood that made you feel like you could take on a challenge without a grownup?  Grab your journal and just start with I remember...

9 comments:

  1. I totally remember the smell from the coffee can too, that's the first thing I thought of when you mentioned the bird. Loved it!

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    1. I love that we both remember the smell from this experience, Jo! :) It must've been so distinctive.

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  2. Nostalgia Fridays - what a wonderful series Charmaine! The name alone makes me smile, I love to reminisce about the simplicity of our youth.

    Your bird story is so sweet, seems your maternal instincts kicked in pretty early :) At the moment, I can't recall taking on a challenge without a grownup,... however I remember how much fun my siblings and I had making mud pies from a dirt patch in our back yard, using sticks and stones to create little villages with them. Those were slower simpler days alright - no seat belts, no internet ... and no hand sanitizer ;)

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    1. Sounds like you had a similar childhood to mine and my siblings, Catherine. We did crazy mud pies too! I have a story for later. I can imagine your enchanted village, how magical! You are so right about the hand sanitizer--and, look, we survived! :)

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    2. and the maternal instinct was mostly my sister:)

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  3. I love this series, Charm! I have a bird story, as well... but the ending was definitely not as cool as yours. It begins with finding a bird that I thought was "sleeping" in the backyard and being convinced that it just needed the warmth and shelter of our house. And it ends with my mom noticing a strange scent in the air, entering my room and finding it wrapped in a wrinkled paper towel on my pillow... [cue the screaming] :P

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  4. Oh no, Jen! I would have been screaming too!! You poor thing--and your poor mom too. If the boys had done that, I think I would have fainted;)

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  5. thanks for reminding me of Natalie Goldberg - I think I should go and look out her books again!

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  6. Thanks for visiting, fatblackcatjournal! Nice to meet you via August Break too:) I'm looking forward to visiting your blog and seeing your photos this month! Yes--Natalie Goldberg, a definite go-to, right?

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