We had this big green armchair on our second floor indoor porch, and I used to love to take a plate of Oreos and a glass of milk and whatever book I happened to be reading and curl up in this chair. Yes, it was big enough to curl up in, not on. It was especially nice on a winter afternoon with the sun shining in and warming up the entire porch, and I remember my brother’s ginger cat keeping me company, asleep in the sun.

Comment by Leslie on 11/15/2007 @ 5:46 am

My father took pictures of everything that happened in our family and enjoyed making the pictures into slides. Every so often, we’d all troop downstairs to the basement. The kids would sit up on the steps, Mom would pass out little bowls of popcorn, Dad would set up the projector and slide screen, and we’d have a slide show. My favorites were actually the old slides, showing our family’s trip to Disneyland when I was 3, or some other “older” memory. We’d all laugh, we’d share stories and jokes from the trips, and just have a really good time. I’m smiling just typing this. Dad passed on a couple years ago, but his slides linger on!

Comment by Minette on 11/15/2007 @ 8:18 am

my brothers and i would fight who would get to control the remote, so finally we decided to pull days out of a hat and each of us got 2 days and sunday was a free day, since there are no good shows on anyway. i loved the equity and democracy in my family at such an early age!
i would love to win this!!!

Comment by grace on 11/15/2007 @ 8:38 am

This is a particularly potent question for me. My house burnt down when I was six and I often think back to that house. My closet had a trick wall that led to a private room (a different closet that was locked from the outside). I remember some of the items hanging from the shelves, specifically a beautiful Asian doll with an electric blue dress.

Comment by Brooke on 11/15/2007 @ 8:48 am

Hi, I remember my cousins ( my mom
was a triplet ), lived one block away from me. We spent a lot of time together and we are all still close to this day. I am thankful for that! Please enter me in your tea giveaway. Thanks, Cindi

Comment by Cindi Hoppes on 11/15/2007 @ 9:22 am

Share a favorite childhood memory of home…
One of the best Christmas gifts, as a child, that I ever received was from the Salvation Army. They were called “poppers”. What a fun gift!!! I can remember the family erupting in a ‘popper war’ and chasing each other all over the house on CHristmas morning! Too fun!!!

Comment by Christina on 11/15/2007 @ 9:31 am

My favorite memory? My Grandmother baking scones and then making the tea for our tea party - priceless!

Comment by Jill H. on 11/15/2007 @ 9:52 am

All my favorite childhood memories of home involve my grandfather. He always was up for any sort of “adventure” I might want to create. One of my favorites was buried treasure. Once a year we would go on a treasure hunt all around the house finding things that I considered “treasure” and put them in these plexiglass boxes he would build. Then we would take his boat and go find a spot off our favorite beach to bury them. We would make very detailed maps and then write in a time frame as to when we should go back and get them. One of the last good years he had before he passed away we rounded up all the maps and went and dug up all our treasures. I have a box full of bottle caps, sparkly rocks, random small toys (carebears, small plastic figures, ect) and even really pretty marbles and beads. What I didn’t know then but I know now the true treasure was the adventure not the items. I miss my Granddaddy.. he was truely my hero.

Comment by Angela on 11/15/2007 @ 9:53 am

My early childhood home was HUGE with several rooms upstairs and down. In front there were two “parlors” which were called the red room and the blue room because the walls and carpet in each were red and blue respectively. The blue room was the room with the painting easel and sewing machine, where we would make things and where large birthday parties were convened to open presents and sing happy birthday. The red room was where the Christmas tree was every year and where my father’s large rolltop desk was. I wish my house now had stately rooms like the red room and the blue room.

Comment by Jenna Z on 11/15/2007 @ 10:03 am

My favorite memory- well holiday home memory-is baking gingerbread houses with my mom. She baked all the pieces, but I got to make most of the decorating decisions! One day, I’d like to pass on that tradition to my daughter..

Comment by Nissa H. on 11/15/2007 @ 10:31 am

I loved to bake with my mom….she taught me how to make the best cookies!

Comment by Alison on 11/15/2007 @ 11:00 am

My favorite memory….feeling the excitement and sheer joy of staying awake all night for Santa to come…then falling asleep just before dawn.

Comment by Lisa Page on 11/15/2007 @ 11:29 am

My favorite childhood memory of home is rollerskating on the carport in my Strawberry Shortcake roller skates with my Madonna “Material Girl” record playing on my Mickey Mouse portable record player. I wish I still had those skates…my daughter would LOVE them.

Comment by Jamie on 11/15/2007 @ 11:52 am

Mmmm…my favorite memory would have to be walking in from school on a fall afternoon and smelling the combination of pine-scented cleanliness from freshly-mopped floors, the dry, musty smell of leaves coming through open windows all over the house, and Mom’s homemade brownies baked for an after-school treat. Can’t get much better than that. Thanks! :0)

Comment by Meg on 11/15/2007 @ 12:02 pm

For me it would have to be drinking eggnog and playing Christmas music while decorating the Christmas tree each year as a family! The family part was great, but I do also LOVE eggnog!! Thanks…

Comment by Susanne on 11/15/2007 @ 12:06 pm

We had this sofa growing up that was reversable. Sort-of like a futon, pleather on one side and plaid on the other. I was an only child, so I had to invent fun things to do - SO - I would set those babies up and ta-da - a slippery pleather slide!

Comment by Tina on 11/15/2007 @ 12:12 pm

I would love to be entered!

My favorite family memory is just how much we all loved each other. My brothers and I rarely fought and we’re still great friends.

Comment by Emily on 11/15/2007 @ 12:42 pm

A fave memory would be my sister and I putting up the fake tree every year and bending the wired branches in funny directions to make something hilarious (a new creation every year) to make the job less tedious.

Comment by mama4jc on 11/15/2007 @ 12:47 pm

One of my favorite memories is of climbing the large oak tree in front of my childhood home with my little sister. I would bravely climb up first and she would follow, carefully placing her hands and feet where I had before her. We could stay up there for hours, pretending our parents couldn’t see us. We didn’t have a treehouse, but we didn’t need one. It felt like we could see the whole neighborhood from our tree-branch perches and from up there we were it’s queens.

Comment by Jane Doe on 11/15/2007 @ 12:52 pm

my favourite memory is all of us playing football after we at thanksgiving meal. i am sad that we live so far away from our families now

Comment by bobby b on 11/15/2007 @ 1:00 pm

I guess my favorite childhood memory would have to be “helping” my mom in the kitchen. No beater went unlicked after Mom was done mixing cakes or cookies. My children look forward to that same task : )

Comment by Kim Keener on 11/15/2007 @ 1:04 pm

We got a in ground pool when I was 4 years old and my best memories are playing with my brother and friends in the pool! Great times!

Comment by Jewelshud on 11/15/2007 @ 1:11 pm

My favorite memory is sleding with all the neighborhood children on the big hill at the end of the development. My brother and I use to ride the sled down together it was so much fun!

Comment by Karen on 11/15/2007 @ 1:16 pm

We lived in a log cabin that had halved logs as the steps in the staircase between the first and second floors. I remember my sister and I used to go under the staircase and hang from our knees on the logs, like the staircase was one giant set of monkeybars.

Comment by Jessica Snell on 11/15/2007 @ 1:30 pm

One of my fave memories is sleeping over at grandmas as we would always all sleep crossways in the same bed- grandma, my sister and me so grandmas feet would hang over the edge. and she would always make us choc chip cookies for breakfast

Comment by Jenny M on 11/15/2007 @ 2:06 pm

Sounds great! I could use this!
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Comment by ashley on 11/15/2007 @ 2:16 pm

When I was young I use to visit Mrs Spears, the old widow who lived behind me. She taught me to make cookies. We would sit and eat cookies & juice while playing cards and she would tell me stories about how she saw the first car that drove into Chicago and about her cup & saucer that was her mother’s that melted together in the Great Chicago Fire. They are memories I will treasure. If anyone remembers Irene Spears from Illinois send your memories along to me.
April

Comment by april on 11/15/2007 @ 2:51 pm

My Mom always had little tea parties for us with real tea and a mini tea set

Comment by Noreen on 11/15/2007 @ 3:24 pm

My favorite childhood memory is of my brother and sister and I creating our own Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade for all of my relatives. We would dress up, make floats, throw out candy and sing and dance. My new husband and I recently moved to NYC and my family will be here in less than a week so we can watch our 1st Macy’s Thanksgiving Day in person. All of these years of dreaming about being there and we’ll all be together to enjoy it!

Comment by MMM on 11/15/2007 @ 3:45 pm

I always loved making tents with my older brothers. Of course, my mom always helped until the whole room was one big tent. So much fun!

Comment by Tricia McCammack on 11/15/2007 @ 4:02 pm

My favorite memory is probably of xmas eve. We always opened stockings that night and it was always a peaceful, quiet, family night.

Comment by Julie Mead on 11/15/2007 @ 4:13 pm

One of mhy favorite childhood memories is going camping with my family. WE loved it so much my 2 sisters and I would create tents in our room and throughout the house all year.

Comment by Doreen on 11/15/2007 @ 6:00 pm

When I was young we were building ourselves a new house (right across the driveway from the old one). One of my favourite memories is of running races across the “basement” before they’d poured the concrete.

Comment by Nicole on 11/15/2007 @ 7:18 pm

One memory I can think of off the top of my head is when my sister and I used to dress up our cats in baby clothes. It was so fun…for us! That darn cat’s tail just always seem to be in the way! I think about it now and feel sorry for the cats!

Comment by Renae on 11/15/2007 @ 7:22 pm

My favorite childhood memory was when I was sick and all the attention that was givin to me by my grandparents.We would drink what they called “Ruskey Chai” which is black tea with brandy, honey and lemon in it.We would eat cookies and drink tea tell I felt better with lots of family “old world” stories to get my mind of being ill.I have to admit that it surley couldnt have just been the tea that made me better nor the cookies ( which was only given on special occassions), it was the Love I felt by my 2 grandparents.

Comment by Elizabeth M. on 11/15/2007 @ 7:25 pm

My favorite childhood memory was how my Mom was able to make something out of nothing and present it as a Glorious Gift to us.She always managed to make Every Holiday or Event Special, as if we were the luckiest people in the World, even when we didnt have much.

Comment by Alee M. on 11/15/2007 @ 7:29 pm

When I was a kid, we had this bizarre storage space in a closet. It was about four-and-a-half feet off the ground and went back about 10 feet. It was just weird, but I guess it was better than the builder leaving a bunch of wasted space in that spot in the house. I loved it when my mom and I crawled up there to pull out the Christmas tree that lived there.

Comment by MamaChristy on 11/15/2007 @ 8:22 pm

A favorite childhood memory of home? The first thing that comes to mind is Christmas morning. I am a United Methodist preacher’s kid, so ‘home’ was wherever the parsonage was. But that didn’t matter….home was, and still is, anywhere my family gathers. I remember the Christmas that I found a kitten in my stocking….what a fuzzy and cuddly surprise!!

Comment by Christi on 11/15/2007 @ 8:52 pm

For some reason the shaded side of our house became my haven in jr. high. I would take the radio out there, listen to oldies and do handstands.

Comment by bebemiqui on 11/15/2007 @ 9:15 pm

Listening to my dad play the guitar while he and my mom sang.

These look fun.

Comment by Audra Marie on 11/15/2007 @ 9:15 pm

I lived a mile from my grandparents, and some of the best memories are riding our bikes htere to spend time with them, “helping” my grandpa out in the fields (he is a farmer), or my grandma in the house. She always had ice cream for us too!

Comment by jessica on 11/15/2007 @ 9:17 pm

Dad “played” one song on the guitar… You Are My Sunshine. Drove me nuts!

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Comment by Laura @ Laura Williams' Musings on 11/16/2007 @ 1:33 am

My favourite memory is my dad on the way home from our summer holidays. He did a u turn on a main road as he spotted a pony cart. My mother tried to explain to him we didn’t have a pony or horse given we lived in a large suburban housing estate. He bought it anyway. He had to drive back 200 miles to collect it the following weekend. We didn’t have a horse so my dad used to take it out of the garage once a week, load up all us kids (I’m 1 of 10) and the neighbours kids and pull us all up and down the road for the craic (Irish for fun). What a man! And what a case of the horse before the cart………..

Comment by Mary on 11/16/2007 @ 6:30 am

Another memory, my dad was a Dellboy character and used to buy a load of turkeys at Christmas. We used to go with him round the big industrial estates to sell them. He’d arrive, set up his pasting table, lay the turkeys out and shout to his hearts content for potential buyers. If anyone wanted theirs cleaned out he did it there and then on the table (with our help). We never came home with a turkey spare! He said to this lady one day - “Do you want to buy a turkey? £8 or £10 if I clean it out for you. She offered him a £1 joking, he replied “Listen missus, you wouldn’t get a kiss off a monkey in the zoo for a £1 - classic…..

Comment by Mary on 11/16/2007 @ 6:34 am

My favorite memory of home was our backyard. Our house backed up to some woods and there were endless adventures to be had there, including my first kiss. What a great memory!!!

Comment by megan on 11/16/2007 @ 7:59 am

Since we’re getting into the holiday season, I’ll say that one of my favorite childhood memories is helping Mom & Dad decorate the house for Christmas on the day after Thanksgiving!

Comment by Rick on 11/16/2007 @ 8:30 am

Sitting with my huge family at the holidays and wondering who would start that holiday argument …

Comment by heather on 11/16/2007 @ 10:02 am

Going to Grandma’s house.

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Comment by Betsy on 11/16/2007 @ 1:58 pm

I favorite was Christmas I guess and climbing outside where it wasnt good to climb:)

Comment by Hedi on 11/16/2007 @ 2:15 pm

My mom and i went to cut out own xmas tree when i was 17 before i left for the army. all we had was a 1988 toyota cellica hatch-back. we found i tree and in the process of cutting it and getting it on the roof of the car it fell in my mom like 5 times it was so funny. we ended up cramming it into the car from the back. i will always tell my kids of the “grandma eating tree!”

Comment by Sean on 11/16/2007 @ 6:41 pm