Tag Archives: nostalgia

Do you remember?

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Ah, the good old days…

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When we moved into this house in 2002 it had an almond Montgomery Ward refrigerator just like that. It was probably the original from when the house was built in 1974. Old and ugly… it had to go, even though it worked perfectly.

In hindsight I should have kept it. We’re on our fourth new refrigerator now.

They don’t make them like they used to.

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Almost every house I entered when I was young had one of these. My parents didn’t because they weren’t big tv people…. but my husband brought one home from a yard sale years ago and stuck it in the basement.

Aren’t I lucky?

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Harvest gold, burnt orange and olive green are the colors of my childhood.

But carpet in the bathroom? Eeewww!

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Been there, done that!

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I still have some of my old 8 track mixed tapes. Awful things, but we loved them.

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Is it possible to die laughing?

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After hanging a seasonly appropriate wreath on the Barn Mahal’s door, I wandered inside.

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Which is where I found my husband knee deep in nostalgia and flipping through his high school yearbook.

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First we smiled at the graduation photo.

The hair. The prominent ears. The innocence of youth.

But then…

Then he showed me something I will never be able to erase from my memory.

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My husband… was a … gymnast?

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And not just any gymnast. No.

He was a covered from head to toe in silver paint gymnast.

What. The….

What????

He can’t remember exactly why they struck that pose…. But that’s him, crouching on the lower right.

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And I’m afraid the image is burned onto my retinas and into my frontal lobe.

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