Well I do a lot of baking-- I also like to cook-- that is probably the major hobby that I have. I collect reference books-- the sillier the reference books, the better-- I used to do tarot readings but I lost contact with that, and I also had a rune set that I really liked to cast. I did beading for a time and I still have a work box full of trinkets and string (but I just lost interest)
That is me-- I lose interest in things-- I have the typical ENFP personality where I see something neat, go "SHINNIES!" and then I follow that line of thought until I grow bored and drop it for something else-- the only thing that I've reliably done since I was a child was tell stories to myself as I fall asleep. Just characters I've created-- so eventually I spin all these stories and then I fall asleep-- then the next night I pick up where I left off ad nauseum.
As for my childhood memory-- favorite one.
I remember Christmas baking with my grandmother-- it sort of ran together so that all instances became one instance. Of laying out the brown paper bags on the table, laying out the cookies on them. Licking the spoon when my grandmother made fudge (probably one of the reasons why I am not a fudge person, because of all the times my gramdother was like "Tanya! Lick the spoon!". But when I think about it, the entire Christmas season with my grandmother was special because my father was off doing gods knew what, and I had two weeks uninterrupted time with grandmother to look forward, everything from the little tins of nuts, to the sugar ribbon candy, to the peanut brittle that my grandmother made homemade. I will always have a wonderful memory of my grandmother during the holidays.
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As for childhood mementos, there is one that I have. It actually relates to the Christmas season. My grandmother had this glass christmas three, it was white glass but at the core was this beautiful green tendril, and it was always placed on the coffee table, right between the tiered tray of candy and one of the nut jars. Well for the longest time I couldn't find it. I joined the military right after my grandmother became ill and during my time in basic training, she passed away.
Well that summer when my family was pretty much fighting over her stuff, a lightning storm came around and it struck her house, bursting the entire place into flames (I would like to say that it was my grandmother's way of saying "Hey assholes, stop fighting over things like that". Well my dad, my aunt cathy and my uncle glenn pretty much sacked the place for all it was worth before that, so it was a moot point...
But I came home perhaps 9 months later, with my ex husband (he was at the time my fiance). We went to visit the lot where my grandmother's house had been. It had been pretty much cleared of everything. I mean it was just an empty lot, it had all the markings of sand that had been went over by one of those sand levelers. Except for one thing-- off to the side my ex husband found this little glass christmas tree, the top had been chipped a bit, but it was ultimately that same christmas tree that had been on my grandmother's coffee table year after year. And I realized that despite my family having fought over her possessions, somehow she had managed to tuck safely away something that only I would find, that little glass christmas tree. It forever has a place of honor on my things. When I move to a new place, it is always the first object to be moved into the house and I sort of thing that somehow my grandmother's spirit is attached to it-- watching over me.
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31/5/17 05:02 (UTC)Well I do a lot of baking-- I also like to cook-- that is probably the major hobby that I have. I collect reference books-- the sillier the reference books, the better-- I used to do tarot readings but I lost contact with that, and I also had a rune set that I really liked to cast. I did beading for a time and I still have a work box full of trinkets and string (but I just lost interest)
That is me-- I lose interest in things-- I have the typical ENFP personality where I see something neat, go "SHINNIES!" and then I follow that line of thought until I grow bored and drop it for something else-- the only thing that I've reliably done since I was a child was tell stories to myself as I fall asleep. Just characters I've created-- so eventually I spin all these stories and then I fall asleep-- then the next night I pick up where I left off ad nauseum.
As for my childhood memory-- favorite one.
I remember Christmas baking with my grandmother-- it sort of ran together so that all instances became one instance. Of laying out the brown paper bags on the table, laying out the cookies on them. Licking the spoon when my grandmother made fudge (probably one of the reasons why I am not a fudge person, because of all the times my gramdother was like "Tanya! Lick the spoon!". But when I think about it, the entire Christmas season with my grandmother was special because my father was off doing gods knew what, and I had two weeks uninterrupted time with grandmother to look forward, everything from the little tins of nuts, to the sugar ribbon candy, to the peanut brittle that my grandmother made homemade. I will always have a wonderful memory of my grandmother during the holidays.
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As for childhood mementos, there is one that I have. It actually relates to the Christmas season. My grandmother had this glass christmas three, it was white glass but at the core was this beautiful green tendril, and it was always placed on the coffee table, right between the tiered tray of candy and one of the nut jars. Well for the longest time I couldn't find it. I joined the military right after my grandmother became ill and during my time in basic training, she passed away.
Well that summer when my family was pretty much fighting over her stuff, a lightning storm came around and it struck her house, bursting the entire place into flames (I would like to say that it was my grandmother's way of saying "Hey assholes, stop fighting over things like that". Well my dad, my aunt cathy and my uncle glenn pretty much sacked the place for all it was worth before that, so it was a moot point...
But I came home perhaps 9 months later, with my ex husband (he was at the time my fiance). We went to visit the lot where my grandmother's house had been. It had been pretty much cleared of everything. I mean it was just an empty lot, it had all the markings of sand that had been went over by one of those sand levelers. Except for one thing-- off to the side my ex husband found this little glass christmas tree, the top had been chipped a bit, but it was ultimately that same christmas tree that had been on my grandmother's coffee table year after year. And I realized that despite my family having fought over her possessions, somehow she had managed to tuck safely away something that only I would find, that little glass christmas tree. It forever has a place of honor on my things. When I move to a new place, it is always the first object to be moved into the house and I sort of thing that somehow my grandmother's spirit is attached to it-- watching over me.