tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6660036915876313142.post9052942027004354550..comments2023-10-22T04:44:03.620-04:00Comments on Beach Gypsies: Thank you, Thank you...and my first GIVEAWAY!!!Suzannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18009625237379384932noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6660036915876313142.post-86472997393164665792009-03-03T21:19:00.000-05:002009-03-03T21:19:00.000-05:00After we moved from Mississippi summer was always ...After we moved from Mississippi summer was always my favorite time of the year, because I got to go back home from the day school got out til it was time to go back to school and I continued the trip until I graduated from high school. I grew up so much in those summers, my first boyfriend, my first church trip away from family, I was saved and just spent everyday outside swimming, riding bikes and being a kid.<BR/>But as I have grown up Spring has become my favorite time of the year. Living in Florida I love Spring, there is always so much going on art shows, the beach, concerts. Sundresses, flip flops (who am I kidding we wear them almost year round). and the sun!sweet tea in a pink glasshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18044163308447639664noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6660036915876313142.post-28453948556253408422009-03-03T17:26:00.000-05:002009-03-03T17:26:00.000-05:00Oh my goodness! What a generous giveaway! Those fl...Oh my goodness! What a generous giveaway! Those flip flops look amazing! DO you sell them?<BR/>Ok, my absolute favorite springtime memory was right before my dad got sick (Though now that I think about it he must have already been sick, but I didn't know it yet). He took me for a ride on his motorcycle. I felt like such a big kid with that giant motorcycle helmet on. He drove me past a nearby orange grove. I remember opening the plastic guard on the helmet and inhaling the intoxicating aroma of orange blossoms. It was the best thing I had ever smelt. Not long after my dad went into the hospital, and that memory became special to me for other reasons as it was the last time I got to be with him like that. I will never forget that smell and that feeling I had. :)Kristinahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02106539585952187704noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6660036915876313142.post-20263215894563261262009-03-03T13:08:00.000-05:002009-03-03T13:08:00.000-05:00My favorite memory was spending our summers in our...My favorite memory was spending our summers in our family farmhouse in upstate NY. A part of it was built before the revolution and sat on 210 acres with a stream and forest. It was my coming-of-age home where I experienced wild thunder storms and lighting bugs. I wrote letters all summer long to my best friend and cousin and waited every day for the mail man's station wagon to drive up. I can still smell the mustiness of generations past when we would open the house for the summer, feel the gravel under my feet and hear the screen door slap. It was a love affair of the likes I have never known. <BR/><BR/>What a great topic for your readers! :)Marilyn *Pink Martinis and Pearls*https://www.blogger.com/profile/16863450285175066156noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6660036915876313142.post-7387151960581762692009-03-02T10:29:00.000-05:002009-03-02T10:29:00.000-05:00I grew up mostly on a Island off of Japan and in t...I grew up mostly on a Island off of Japan and in the summer we would eat watermellon almost every week and go to the beach and swim and camp on the beach it was soo fun I miss it a lot now I live in Southren CA and there are no beaches here where you can camp it's a shame!!!<BR/><BR/>Heres my E-mail address<BR/>kinoshitalite_2008@hotmail.comAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6660036915876313142.post-57946836685750545182009-03-01T22:08:00.000-05:002009-03-01T22:08:00.000-05:00My favorite summer memories are of long car trips ...My favorite summer memories are of long car trips across Texas to visit family! We played counting and letter games, stopped for picnics and counted the hours! It wasn't fun then, but is a great memory now! ggraham712@aol.comAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6660036915876313142.post-41421353739064357182009-03-01T20:39:00.000-05:002009-03-01T20:39:00.000-05:00My favorite summer memory is the summer that I had...My favorite summer memory is the summer that I had my first real crush. My best friend and I were infatuated (okay, obsessed) with our bishop's son. Every summer the bishop would open his pool to the neighborhood and anyone could go swimming in it. My best friend and I must have gone every day to swim for hours, but we never got the attention we wanted. LOL. It's goofy, but that was a really fun summer. We were young and innocent, and the term "stalking" meant nothing to us... :)<BR/><BR/>P.S. - I still see the guy every now and then (we nicknamed him "Joe" so no one would know who we were talking about 24/7), and we talk every so often. He's really nice, but he's not the kind of guy for me. :)Penelopehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01839588124708882856noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6660036915876313142.post-34707773456693583362009-03-01T19:16:00.000-05:002009-03-01T19:16:00.000-05:00My favorite childhood memory is going to Ocean Cit...My favorite childhood memory is going to Ocean City so often as a child! I haven't been in there in I guess around 10 yrs now. I used to go there with my Mom and meet up with my Aunt, Uncle and my Cousins! It was a lot of fun!Doreenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10738940247906330781noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6660036915876313142.post-63130286784232669642009-03-01T18:16:00.000-05:002009-03-01T18:16:00.000-05:00As much as I hate to admit it because it sure did ...As much as I hate to admit it because it sure did hurt one of my favorite summe rmemories was spending the summer at my grannies. My grandpa had a garden that was huge and when I say HUGE I mean HUGE!!! We were always shelling butterbeans or peas or shelling corn or doing something. Well Granny wouldnt let us go swimming unless we were done, so we pitched a fit and fought with her one day because she wouldnt let us go swimming. Well she locked us outside and told us to behave and a little bit later came back and asked us to get her a drink because her drink fridge was outside on the side porch..lol. Well we got it, but we also shook it up and when she opened it, it spewed all over her. She was mad at first and then she laughed up a storm, but we swore up and down we didnt do it. I regret it now because I miss my granny who has been dead for 8 years, but it is a good memory. It makes you rethink things..lolcappersonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10764644235234589055noreply@blogger.com