July 24, 2006 - My favorite summer memory as a kid

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The Question: “My favorite summer memory as a kid was…”

The Answer: “Preaching!”

The Answer: “...going to youth camp, camp meeting, and church outings!”

The Answer: “You know, I really enjoyed being a part of Vacation Bible School as a kid. I still remember some of the lessons I learned, and I especially enjoyed some of the decorations. I remember each night was a different piece of an adventure, and the following Sunday morning was always a special kids’ oriented service. I loved VBS as a
child.”

The Answer: “Playing in the mud (in the garden) in the rain with my cousins!”

The Answer: “[Eating] as many popsicles as I wanted (since it was like $3 for 100).
By the end of the week there were only purple ones left in the box since we
didn't like that color.”

The Answer: “Sitting out back with Mamaw and Papaw at the picnic table, eating watermelon.”

The Answer: “Eating snow cones.”

The Answer: “Family vacations!”

The Answer: “Spending the summer with Uncle George and Aunt Tula and their four sons (Peter, Michael, Ted and Tim) in Fresno, California, along with my other 50,000 Greek relatives who lived in that town, too. Yum Yum...those hot summer nights on their farm with Aunt Tula's Greek salad of homegrown cucumbers, tomatoes, red onions and feta cheese and fried bell peppers on sourdough French bread. The big huge family reunions at their farm were heaven on earth....those were the good old days! And all the Greek pastries made by all my aunts and the whole lamb on the fire and all of us cousins playing hide-n-seek and chasing chickens and making mud pies. I miss those days so much.”

The Answer: “Going to my grandparents’ house on lake and boating week.”

The Answer: “The swimming pool.”

The Answer: “Taking fried chicken, potato salad and watermelon to Lake Michigan so we could swim and eat and play there.”

The Answer: “Everyone stuffing themselves in the family car for a road trip extravaganza. It didn't matter where we went, so long as we were all together.”

The Answer: “Vacationing in the Smoky Mountains.”

The Answer: “Camping up at Burt Lake with all of my extended family.”

The Answer: “When I set fire next to a gas line and had to put the fire out by myself.”

The Answer: “Vacation! My parents always did an excellent job of taking us on interesting and fun vacations. They still do, even though we are adults with our own
families. I always loved loading up in the minivan and heading out on an
adventure. Yay, Mom and Dad!”

The Answer: “Going to the Minnesota Renaissance Festival. Although that is more properly early fall, than summer.”

The Answer: “Going to camp meeting. It was the latest we ever got to stay up, and by the time we got home it was two in the morning at the earliest. The old, old, old
camp ground at Lufkin was more of an arbor with sawdust on the ground, wood
slat pews, and giant fans to keep us vaguely cool. Second favorite memory is
shelling peas at my grandma's and trying to dip my feet in the washtub where
they had the fifty gazillion bushels of peas iced down.”

The Answer: “Ah, without hesitation it would be running wild in the backyard of my
grandmother's house with my sister Diane, picking blackberries and chasing
insects with Mason jars. Then, later waiting for the berry pie to come out of
the oven.”

The Answer: “Memories...working in the garden, reading, chores.”

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