It Gets Me Every Time.

November 8, 2010 · 5 comments

in life & love

Yellow roses.

When I was a little girl, I always took notice of my mother and father’s relationship. One of the sweetest memories I have is of the yellow roses my dad would bring home for my mom. Whether it was for Valentine’s Day, her birthday or just because, when my dad came home from work with a beautiful bouquet of yellow roses for my mother, it was the most magical romance you could find.

They were my mother’s favorite flower. They lit up the house with the brightest of color and the sweetest of scent, and to this day, whenever I see a yellow rose–I’m instantly reminded of her.

Sleeping bags.

For 11 summers of my childhood, I went to summer camp. It was my favorite month of the year–good friends, great fun, lots of activities, memories and more.

One night every summer, the girls went on a camp out. We grabbed our sleeping bags, slept under the stars in the humid Texas heat, cooked our own dinner and made s’mores over the fire. It was something we all dreaded (we weren’t the most outdoorsy of gals).

Nevertheless, I’m reminded of those camp outs every time I see a tent, sleeping bag or a bag of marshmallows. It takes me back to the time when I was just a 10-year-old little girl lying under the stars. My camp friends are still a huge part of my life and these are memories I hold very near and dear to my heart.

What else?

- Frozen pancakes.
- The changing of the seasons.
- Rice Krispies with banana slices.
- Volvo station wagons.
- My grandfather’s cologne.
- Jean overalls.
- Chrysler minivans with wood paneling.
- Breakfast for dinner.
- The roller skating rink.
- Wendy’s chocolate frosty.
- Whitney Houston cassette tapes.

You see, I get nostalgic about lots of things. It’s these memories and experiences that shape us into the people we are today and who we will become tomorrow. They bring us back to a place we may have forgotten–a place of happiness, sunshine and strength. For me, I’m reminded of how the simplest of experiences can turn into the warmest of memories.

Do you get nostalgic? What brings you back?

- L



  • Leah

    Loved the comment about camp. My friend Mel made us Hobopacks one night for dinner because that’s what her camp does as well. I miss it a lot.

  • http://www.lauriesteiner.com Laurie Steiner

    Yum!! Those summers really were the best, weren’t they?

  • http://twitter.com/rosspickei Ross Pickei

    The smell of the ocean
    The taste of tap water in NYC
    French toast sticks
    American Gladiators
    Dairy Queen dip cones
    Grandpa’s cologne
    Sunday night Disney movies
    Weekend grilling

  • http://peacelovesugarbug.blogspot.com/ Jamie

    I really enjoyed this post! I haven’t quite caught up on my blogging lately, but I really liked all the smells, tastes, sounds and feels that just came out of reading this entry. You forgot to mention how we weren’t allowed to wear bras at the camp out, iccckkkk! When we were counselors I always scheduled my days off on the camp out, ha.

  • http://www.lauriesteiner.com Laurie Steiner

    It’s amazing how one small experience can create such lovely memories, right? Who would’ve thought how much those camp outs would impact us. Thanks for stopping by, Jamie! xo

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