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Memories 2

Apple pies in the oven, the sweetness stirring my stomach. Chopping rhubarb for crumbles and covering doorsteps with home made jam. All the Saturday afternoons, watching old black and white movies with my Nain. Trips into town, my legs going as fast as they can, as my Nian always walked so fast. Maybe that's were I get it from as my mother comments on me doing the same. Lately she has been on my mind a lot, it would be coming up to her birthday soon and maybe that's why I feel quite sentimental a lot. My daughter is growing up now too, and although she is only eleven I can sometimes see here drifting away. They seem to grow quicker today. She is influenced already by her friends, who I think aren't as lucky to have that quality time we so often spent together, their parents work long hours, or they are passed from baby sitter to after school clubs. And then given gifts to make up for it, that don't involve their parents. I used to sit for hours and play silly board games, with my Nain and my brothers. Its bonding and quality time that a lot of children today just don't know or have that chance at. My daughter I think has done a lot for such a young age, I involved in my hobbies and liked teaching her new things. Her friends all love coming here for sleep over's as we do such a lot. But as she grows, I know that one day she will suddenly feel it's un-cool to do things with your mother. She knows her own mind, and I know that she wont be led astray, I've taught her right from wrong, as best as I could and to make her own decisions. But I can remember in my teens, when my visits to my Nain's were replaced with shopping trips with friends. And how at the time I would feel torn between my Nain and my new friends. And the guilt I would feel as I was growing up, if I saw my Nain in town with her friends. She would scold me and worry that I know. But smile as always and kiss me in front of my friends, embarrassing me then. 'ooh little Donna,' her friends would say, the look of the Kelly's' People still say that to this day. So we'd do our baking the following day, and watch our movies, I didn't think it was un-cool.

Its made me who I am today, and as I watch the similarities between my daughter and my mother in their relationship, although instead of baking cookies, they electronic hand held games and look at the latest fashion on the net. How times have changed. I miss those times, but the memories will never be taken away.

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donmari "thank you hun, its nice to be inspiring to someone. I have so many stories that my Nain told me, and I of her. I rmemeber that smell too, its good to be nostaglic."
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Rene "I loved this!! I got the feeling of being there , Now I am inspired to write about my Great Grandmother and how her place always smelled of Yardly Lavender soap!1

thx for sharing your memories
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donmari "I think its the little things that you never forget, and thats what makes a person special in their own way. glad you liked it, and thank you for that one."
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Jimmy_James "I loved your story Donna, i'm more of a horror buff kind of guy, but when I read your story it took me back to a much happier time in my life. Your story was well wrote and easy to follow and I think you nailed the amtopsphere and the raw emotion. Look forward to reading more of your work.

Your buddie from Down Under
Jimmy James
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donmari "i think it comes from the war era, sounds silly today, bt buttons were hard to find so they were always recycled. How many kids today would say they played with buttons, ha ha"
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daz "I was the caretaker for my grandmother until she passed last year. One of the things I inherited was a jar of buttons and they make me happy..."
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donmari "I had a really close relationship with my Nian. Nian is the welsh word for grandmother, in case any of you don't know. She was such a strong lady, who I really looked up to. I have so many Memories of her, from shopping in town to baking apple pies and playing with the buttons in her old tea chest. She was well looked up to and everyone in town knew her name, and always had great things to say about her and those that are still here still do so to this day. She was the back bone of a huge family, that kept everyone together. There was a time before she passed away that I went and lived with her for a short time, and my Nian still strong in mind but her body falling behind, she taught me so much, her insight about people, life along with all the usual saturday stuff. And it was then my turn to do for her, the best that I could, although to me it never felt quite enough. We would sit and watch old black and white films, and i'd ask her to tell me her stories from old. I was lucky to have had those moments with her,and a connection that I sometimes feel on the odd occasion, that she watches me now."

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