I will never forget the kindness and friendship of the people on this site. How so many people from so many different places can come together and
talk and share. It has been a wonderful experience for me. They has seen me in so many different stages of my life. The ups and downs. I have truly become a
better person and learned so many things.
I'll never forget holding my youngest grandson who was born ten weeks prematurely, weighed 1lb 13oz and had arms and legs small enough to fit through my wedding ring! He's 11 now, just started senior school, a real live wire, who is shooting up in height so he's almost taller than his mother (my daughter)!
There are so many things that one remembers. Some happy and some sad. I remember my friend, Stephen McPherson, and I hiking out into the Mojave desert away from our small community of Hinkley, California. We were working on earning a merit badge. The hike and then cooking a meal over an open fire were necessary. That was the very first time I ate a T-Bone steak.
When I first arrived in Alaska. It is so beautiful, and friendly people. It was a nice change coming from California.
Plus its's cold and tons of snow.
I will never forget my Dad. I don't think anyone had a father like I did. He couldn't go outside for 5 minutes without being surrounded by children. When I went home my friends always had to go in to say "Hello" to my father (my Mama too).
Quote by Mendalla Wow, after basically turning their backs on the music industry in 1992, including deleting their back catalogue, The KLF (Bill Drummond and Jimmy Cauty, aka King Boy D and Rockman Rock) returned on New Year's Eve, posting several of their old videos to YouTube and releasing a greatest hits EP to streaming.
Something I will never forget is, that some years after buying this print from Athena, I discovered that it was by Jimmy Cauty of The KLF!
"Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it." George Santayana
Cool. Did not know he was also an artist. I remember seeing that one in shops. Very nice.
My earliest memory: Having kittens in the basement when I was 4. My uncle, who lived with us until he got married, had brought home a stray and she turned out to be pregnant. We kept one for ourselves and gave up the mother and the rest for adoption. Miss Purr, the one we kept, lived until I got my Master's, basically 20 years.