Ahhh, summer. Back in the day, it was pure freedom, being set free from the strict rules and regulations of a boarding school institution, as if prisoners escaping into a world of sun, travel, and minimal rules.
I, too, went to my grandmother’s…..a large dairy farm in southwest Virginia with a view of the Blue Ridge mountains. There were two cousins my age and the three of us swam in mountain creeks, had weenie roasts and chased fireflies. We had the run of two large, adjacent farms. Freedom & friends…nothing better for summertime fun.
I grew up when the concept of a dog leash had not been invented and dogs ran free. Us kids even more so. Crawdads, chasing fireflies, staying out playing baseball in the side lot until we couldn’t see the ball any more, and kick the can. All analog all summer.
I also went to grandma's house for several summer weeks! It was all the magic and adventures shared with cousins. Ice cream trucks. Swimming pools. Sunburns and mosquito bites. I too miss those carefree times.
I think you and hubby need to buy a place in the south of france so your kids can bring their kids to grandma's house. ...and I can come visit!
I think you've just surfaced a universal experience. Perhaps a fun topic to explore on our next W&W.
Oh I absolutely love the idea of throwing a house in the South of France into the Universe to visit Grandma! and yes to summer discussions on W&W, baby oil and sunburns.
I was also sent to grandma's, on the river in East Texas, water skiing and swimming all day every day. My aunts were in crocheted bikinis (made by my great-grandma!) and baby oil, and we were begging anyone old enough to drive a boat to take us water skiing or watch us while we jumped off the "big dock". My most ridiculous but consistent memory is wafting my sheet at night into the air so that it would create a gentle breeze against my crispy fried skin to try to relieve the indescribably tight sensation of bright pink sunburned shoulders, chest, tummy and back. No cheese, fruits or lavender for me. Just the smell of wet dogs, grandpa's pasta sauce and Hawaiian Tropics...
Oh I love this so much, especially wafting a sheet to alleviate the bad sunburns. It is funny how crazy I now get about sunscreen when really, it all somehow works out. Each sun mark was earned with intention.
We were sent to grandma at the lake all summer, it was the best summers ever. I too remember the best fruit , pigs yelling every morning because they got out of the barn and were dragged back in and my grandmas cheese and ham that she dried herself 🤩 and so so much baby oil 😂
I, too, went to my grandmother’s…..a large dairy farm in southwest Virginia with a view of the Blue Ridge mountains. There were two cousins my age and the three of us swam in mountain creeks, had weenie roasts and chased fireflies. We had the run of two large, adjacent farms. Freedom & friends…nothing better for summertime fun.
But the big question is did you crisp your skin like me and your daughter? Sounds perfect!
I grew up when the concept of a dog leash had not been invented and dogs ran free. Us kids even more so. Crawdads, chasing fireflies, staying out playing baseball in the side lot until we couldn’t see the ball any more, and kick the can. All analog all summer.
As it should be....and sadly seems impossible to get back to.
Oh gosh I want to be transported to your French summers and just taste one of those figs with a tiny bit of cheese!
I also went to grandma's house for several summer weeks! It was all the magic and adventures shared with cousins. Ice cream trucks. Swimming pools. Sunburns and mosquito bites. I too miss those carefree times.
I think you and hubby need to buy a place in the south of france so your kids can bring their kids to grandma's house. ...and I can come visit!
I think you've just surfaced a universal experience. Perhaps a fun topic to explore on our next W&W.
Oh I absolutely love the idea of throwing a house in the South of France into the Universe to visit Grandma! and yes to summer discussions on W&W, baby oil and sunburns.
I was also sent to grandma's, on the river in East Texas, water skiing and swimming all day every day. My aunts were in crocheted bikinis (made by my great-grandma!) and baby oil, and we were begging anyone old enough to drive a boat to take us water skiing or watch us while we jumped off the "big dock". My most ridiculous but consistent memory is wafting my sheet at night into the air so that it would create a gentle breeze against my crispy fried skin to try to relieve the indescribably tight sensation of bright pink sunburned shoulders, chest, tummy and back. No cheese, fruits or lavender for me. Just the smell of wet dogs, grandpa's pasta sauce and Hawaiian Tropics...
Oh I love this so much, especially wafting a sheet to alleviate the bad sunburns. It is funny how crazy I now get about sunscreen when really, it all somehow works out. Each sun mark was earned with intention.
We were sent to grandma at the lake all summer, it was the best summers ever. I too remember the best fruit , pigs yelling every morning because they got out of the barn and were dragged back in and my grandmas cheese and ham that she dried herself 🤩 and so so much baby oil 😂
So much cheese and baby oil! 💜