Remembering is a Slippery Slope

Memories are tricky things.

One never knows what is going to set off a memory, or once the memory is in motion, where it will lead.

While I was consolidating three bags of frozen fruit into one resealable bag this morning, I thought of my mother consolidating multiple nearly-empty boxes of dry breakfast cereal to make one full box.

We never knew when opening a box of cereal if we were actually going to get Kellogges Rice Krispies or Mom’s Crunchy Munch Frosted Oh-lie O’s with marshmallows.

That boxed stayed on the shelf a long time.

Then I remembered how my mother did this with bags of chips, too. This lead me to think about other odd things she would do out of practicality, and although what my mother did might be odd, what my dad did was crazy.

He wasn’t practical. He was insane. Or so I thought.

When I was little, I remember him walking through downtown Evansville wearing a paper bag on his head for a hat and eating a fried brain sandwich because “how many times in your life do you get to eat a brain sandwich?”

Then I remembered saying these same words to my own kids. Not the eating a brain sandwich part but the taking of chances part.  And how, even though my kids may be nervous, they take chances that, as a kid, I was way to timid to take.

This made me think about how proud my folks would have been of my kids.

This made me cry. I miss my folks.

And then I mourned their absence in my kids’ lives, and how I wish my kids could have experienced the odd practicality and the adventurous insanity.

3 thoughts on “Remembering is a Slippery Slope

  1. You must have had great parents, huh? And memories…ah, one moment, and then we suddenly remember that we had pushed that thought, that one thought which we were supposed to have in the fronts of our minds, into the backs of our minds. Also, memories can be good, memories can be bad, but if you ask me, I think that they can teach us valuable lessons in life…valuable lessons that can help us improve ourselves and others. ^_^

    1. I didn’t see it then, but I can now say I had very good parents. They had their faults, like all parents, but I find myself mostly remembering their quirkiness. 🙂

  2. lol…I love that description of them…odd practicality and adventurous insanity. I don’t remember having cereal growing up but I have wondered where I get dumping almost empty boxes of cereal into the same box…we call it ‘surprise’ cereal but I like Crunchy Munch Frosted Oh-lie O’s better (no marshmallows, I don’t buy marshmallow, only because I don’t buy marshmallow cereal) Hahaha I could certainly imagine Dad with the paper bag on his hea
    d munching a brain sandwich and remember Mom frying up a pan full of pig brains for us to eat once…we all had to try them, they weren’t bad but I don’t think I will ever do it again. Yes, I miss them and their quirkiness’s. 🙂

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