We went to the oldest grand daughter’s softball game last again and while I can’t see what’s going on it’s important to me to go to some of her games. Unlike last time we went a couple of years ago she’s no longer afraid of the ball. It also seems that she likes stealing bases. She seems very competitive now. The other grand kids didn’t even bother with us but it’s not a bad thing as their is a playground right there and their cousins were there.
I am sitting here hearing the wind occasionally and it’s reminding me a lot of going to the mountains with Pop and/or my dad as a kid growing up. My dad went more during the fall and winter for hunting plus at that time he wasn’t umpiring and my brothers weren’t playing baseball. One of the things that I remember so fondly is the first fall days like this which it would be cold and windy and the first snow flurries of the year which I’m sure they had today.
I never really understood the big deal about new years or the ball dropping or any of that shit at all. This year just strikes me because of the specific number. I just remember at some assembly in elementary school they kept talking about the future and 2020 and to me it was unimaginable to think that far ahead or that I’d even be alive it just seemed so far away.
We didn’t have a lot of money growing up. We didn’t do anything other than going to the mountains which was cheap and Sesame Place once a year because my dad got free tickets because his work made parts for them. We did often go to the nearby Neshaminy state park. It was mostly hiking but occasionally fishing at the marina. We went there very often when my dad got home from work.
It’s funny how odd little things can trigger memories of things past. We were sitting at a park yesterday enjoying the sunshine and in the park you could hear the traffic off in the distance on 283. There was also occasional gun shots at the nearby shooting range. Both of these things along with being outside really had me thinking of growing up going to Hazleton with my dad or my grandparents to go to the mountains.
Being legally blind I can’t see enough to recognize faces. I almost always go boy voices and I can see enough for like general body shape and size or hair color but all those things change. If it’s someone I haven’t talked to in a long time I’m not super familiar with their voices I may not even know who I’m talking to. The most recent time I can think of is talking to a girl at Crossfit a couple of years ago.
As this is the time of the year that would have been getting closer to my dad’s birthday and also the time of the year he dies suddenly it’s had me thinking a lot and remembering a lot of thing growing up. One of those things that I always have fond memories of is getting pizza from Luca Pizza that was in the Woodhaven mall. That was really the only “going out to eat” we did growing up since the money wasn’t there.
When we were kids we were never fat like so many kids are today. Until middle school we walked everywhere we went if my dad was working since he was the only one that drove (not that we really went anyplace due to lack of money but that’s another story.) I can remember walking to the Woodhaven Mall when I was a toddler and we lived at my grandparents. That was only a few blocks though.
I was recently remembering some of the odd things I liked when I was growing up, particularly around elementary school age. One of those things was I liked plants but especially cacti because they were unusual or at least didn’t grow outside around here like your typical green leafed plants do. I probably learned about them in school or something but this type of plant was just something I found very fascinating.
I came across an old picture I had of my dad’s race car that he gave me. I thought that it was long gone, left in my trailer up the mountains which I haven’t been to in almost 20 years. He Raced at Bridgeport in Jersey but before he started there we’d go to East Windsor to watch a guy from his work race. My dad helped him by making some parts for his car and then he started working on that guy’s car with him.