New happy memories are being created in our family.

A new baby has arrived and I for one am very excited, happy and looking forward to watching this precious child grow up, even if it is from a distance.

I have already shown co workers photos!

When I catch up with friends I can share my happy news with them.

I had tears of happiness when I heard the news.

Hi Doolhof,

How wonderful! 😺

I keep thinking these days, since we have this new fangld technology built right into our phones, why not get sound or video recordings? Specially when the little one is making amazing sounds..😺 both loud & soft.

A happy memory happened to me recently-

My family, partner and I were able to go to Canberra together and so we all spent some amazing quality time! We would meet up in the lobby and go out for dinner and hang out. It was fun to explore a new city together. I had a lot of fun.

Today I have a happy memory Id like to store here :)

Going to the christmas tree farm with my partner and our dog. It was a beautiful sunny day and we walk around sizing up all the trees for almost an hour. Our playful pooch bounced around and weaved through every row of trees helping us to pick the perfect, plump tree for our little home. We sawed it down and lugged it to the car and now the living room smells of fresh pine.

Hi Banksy92,

A recent happy memory is when me and my family finally caught up after the lockdown for lunch. It was so beautiful to finally spend time out together and have a normal life. It made me realise how blessed I am for having a family and not being separated due to Covid.

Dear Banksy92 and all~

I'm not sure if I've recounted this memory before, your talk of Christmas trees reminded me of a Christmas when I was a lad on the other side of the world. We had actually had snow -not a given - and the silliest chook in the world decided to lay eggs.

Maybe we should have bought her a calendar.

Anyway it presented a problem, it was too cold for her to brood them so we brought them inside. Our original intention to use a ceramic hot-water bottle did not work out, so my parents took the light bulb from our Nativity Scene and put them on a jumper in a cardboard box wiht the globe at the top.

From memory they all hatched and thrived, the Nativity Scene was relegated to darkness, but that all seemed fitting.

Croix

Ah, I thought I'd find you here, Croix 😸...& that sounds like a very Xmassy thing to do! 😺

mmMekitty

Dear mmMekitty and all~

I was talking to Blue's Clues a couple of days ago abut race horses and that reminded me.

When a teen at once place the gentleman over the back fence had racehorses. He was a war vet and used to sit for long spells in his shed overlooking the horses, just siting and smoking with a bottle of beer, sometimes all day. I did not understand at that time what he may have gone though or the result. I just took it that's how he was.

For some reason he liked my company and we often sat together quietly.

This lead on to first feeding, mucking out, grooming, saddling and bridling the horses, then later on as his confidence in me increased actually riding them (I had ridden before).

In time I'd accompany him on a second horse around the local streets, giving gentle exercise and trying not to fall off sideways, backwards or forwards whenever they shied away from a vicious horse-eating scrap of paper or tried to bolt away from a distant pedestrian.

As we only used snaffle bits for exercise I became quite proud of my riding skills.

Croix

This a recent memory of my 3 grandchild telling me she was a show dancer and was to follow what she did.

We laughed a lot and my silly dancing and it was great to be in the moment and share the sheer joy of a three year old. priceless memory.

There are a lot of things I don't remember. And a lot I don't want to remember. But I like this thread anyway.

One good thing that stands out to me was most week days we would gather round the tv and watch Dr Who. That second ever episode with the Dalek scarred me but developed my passion for all things sci fi.

My friend had begun to watch Doctor Who, & she loved it,. I could only see it when I went to her place, next door, which was, of-course, not every day, so I couldn't follow a four episode story all the way through, until much later. I didn't really like the Daleks much. All that noise!

mmMekitty

Dear friends

I never post on here as I tend to write down happy memorable moments in my journal as they happen...and rarely look back in my mind to think of them...recent years have been filled with loss, grief, turmoil, fear, PTSD, agoraphobia, anxiety, panic attacks, and more "bad stuff" my body feels weighed down and find no happy memories to store...here, or anywhere......

UNTIL...it was reading a post about someone's child I think...and suddenly clear as a bell came the vison of myself and my first new born baby son ...he's a fully grown adult now of course....he was a copy book baby, did everything on time and perfectly, hardly ever cried..during a middle of the night feed, afterwards I woud rock him in the rocking chair which was positioned in front of a mirror and sing a lullaby...a song that featured in Bundle Of Joy, a Debbie Reynolds/Eddie Fisher film where she sang "How I love my pretty baby, sweet and precious pretty baby" I'd sing that, and gaze at the Madonna like mother and child in the mirror and my cup runneth over.

Will that do for a happy memory, cos I can't think of many more....everything turns to crap!

Hi Moonstruck,

I think hat is a wonderful memory, so beautiful, it brings tears to my eyes.

Thank you for sharing 😻

mmMekitty

Really, Moonstruck, you move me to feelings I'm not usually in touch with. I can feel the love you feel for your new born, the wonder of him & for you, it seems, the gratitude you feel to have him, & yes, the blessing of having him.😺

This moment of reading your post is a Happy Memory for me to record here. 😺

mmMekitty

Dear Moon~

You may not post much bet when you do -wow!

That birth and the love and contentment is something to lift anyone's soul, and for you to stumble across that memory considering all that has happened to you recently is wonderful

Thank you

Croix

I've had many happy moments holding and cuddling other people's babies and children.

I don't have so many children ion my life now.

Volunteering in a home for the elderly, I now have happy moments spent with older people. To make them smile and join them for a laugh is precious. Just listening to their sadness, regrets and loss can be rewarding also, providing them with a listening ear is special . It makes me happy to know I may have made a difference in their day. I enjoy listening to their happy memories too.

Dear All~

On the weekend, quite early in the day I went for a walk along the riverbank. My back was good and I managed to make it from the car-park to the bridge, turned around and went back.

Sounds very bald, maybe you are thinking I'm pleased at having accomplished that, however that isn't what pleased me.

I started with stale bread to feed the ducks, however I guess the local baker must have off-loaded yesterday's bread. They looked at my offerings and (metaphorically) turned up their noses. I saw lots of slices with just the soft centers pecked out.

A far cry from every other time when they would rush across the water wings flapping, run up the bank from all directions and clamor for a feed, necks craning, jostling each other away.

Wood ducks, Muscovy ducks, mallards, geese, native hens and one rooster, all trying to to cheat each other.

That's just the start, then walking along the path, with manicured grass either side, past a small swamp owned by a crane that sat on a stump mid-water, then past the cranky native hen who tried to shoo us off his territory wiht mock charges and raucous shrieks.

The river now in full view past the scrub. Dotted with expanding rings, maybe insects, maybe fish, and this once a platypus motoring along mid-stream, just nostrils and eyebrows above the water like a wind-up toy., leaving a V shaped wake.

It was still but quite cold, a bracing reminder of what the world has to offer, something I too often forget.

Croix

Sure is amazing stuff, something to fill you with wonder & a great sense of order. Thanks Croix 🕊

mmMekitty.

Last Sat my son came arouns to pick rasberries with his kids. We have an overabundance and I didn't have time to do it. He also gave my hsb a blessing (special prayer) as hsb was going into hospital for lots of tests an procedures. He had to get a covid test on Sun and the isolate until going to hospital on Tues. My grandson came in and asked if there was any housework I needed doing. He happily went outside to sweep up the leaves which had blown off the vine and kept blowing inside. The leaves were gathered and put in the compost. It wasn't done perfectly but it was lovely knowing he wanted to help and it was far better than before he started. Then Mr 2yr old came into the kitchen with a stick using it like his granddads blind cane. It was so cute to see his smile clearly showing how proud he was to be able to copy grandad. I don't think he understand that my hsb is blind and what that means. Eventually he will understand but in the meantime he just like to copy him because grandad is special to him.

Hello Elizabeth CP,

So much goodness in your post! 😺 One bit standas out - your hubby getting tests & treatment. I'm so glad.

But of-course, as a white cane user myself, I had a smile thinking of the two year old using a stick, copying granddad. 😸Later, maybe Granddad will teach him how it helps him to navigate the world, too.He certainly won't be afraid of it like some (mostly adults) seem to be, when they pull their kids away from me, with an exclaimation to "keep away" or "don't touch". when the children are curious about the long white thing with the big red ball on the end. 😸 I prefer a big red ball, which is less likely to get stuck between gaps, like grills & grating.

🎼🌟🕊

mmMekitty

Hi everyone...

I love listening to your happy memories, it gives me a warm fuzzy feeling....

Thank you..

A random happy memory has come to mind.

We were on holidays overseas in an Asian country. I really enjoy walking through the markets and seeing all the different foods and produce for sale.

One particular village was known for cigar making. I watched as two cheerful looking older women squatted down amongst their produce and both pulled out huge cigars and lit them.

One of the ladies started to choke and cough. I had a smile on my face, she smiled back and we both laughed. She reached out with the cigar and indicated that I might like to try it. I gave her a big smile and declined her offer. Our tour group was moving on.

Dear All~

I don't know what reminded me but we used to enjoy a regular Saturday night at the drive-in, something mostly out of the pages of history now.

My friend who had a Land rover with a cabin built on the back, the first Mrs. C and our offspring in our car. We would park next to each other and all the kids would pile in the bed inside the top of the Land rover and view the screen though a Perspex window.

We adults sat in out own vehicles, with speakers on cords hanging inside our windows.

It was a cosy enclosed world, engine running if it was cold, windows open if hot. Even rain did not spoil things.

Then at intermission we would go to the kiosk and by food - deep-fried everything - from hot dogs in batter to banana fritters. We would return, kids covered in ice-cream and we adults recovering from having eaten too unwisely, if too well.

Always a regret when the final credits rolled and we had to drive over the bumps and queue to exit (having hopefully remembered to unhook the speaker).

-C

You forgot the kid hiding on the floor, in the back, with blankets piled over, hoping no-one would suspect you were trying to not pay for at least one of them...more if they were little kids.

I remember heading out, lying in the back, looking up & out the windows, at the streetlights as we passed them by.

Thanks Croix. My memories are mixed, so that's all I'll say here.

mmMekitty

I have sketchy memories of the drive in in Alice Springs. On a hot night, people would put deck chairs out the front of their cars, some with utes had old bench seats they sat on in comfort in front of the ute, sometimes on the bonnet.

When the wind blew you could here all the drink cans rolling around. Now and then a freight train would go past and the movie would be stopped until we could hear again.

These are my memories. If they are accurate or not, I don't know anymore! I'm talking a while ago!

I remember going to the drive in with my parents. We were never babysat so this was a way for them to have a night out. We sat in the back enjoying being out late. Too happy to misbehave. Occasionaly we would get a treat at the cafe. Small icecreams in cardboard you pushed out onto your bowl and then put on whatever toppings you liked. The only time I remember it raining was during a sad movie so it enhanced the experience. Watching a sad scene in the rain made it feel sadder

I remember the speaker hanging on the window.

Dear Elisabeth~

It's good to hear from you. I'm afraid movies have changed now, a pity. Instead of going out in the car it's a much more impersonal thing.

Nevertheless there are advantages. Mrs C and I spent a most enjoyable afternoon together sitting in the kitchen watching Christmas Specials on DVDs by British comedians from the 70's

“Now it's goodnight from me,” “and it's goodnight from him”

A happy memory made today.

Croix

I watched the Royal variety concert , and enjoyed Bill Baileys piece.

The photographs of all the actors, singers etc who died this year was very long and full of memories.

Today I am making sure to store a very happy memory that happened recently.

My partner surprised me with a beautiful ring for Christmas. He designed it himself and everything! I was so touched - I already have my engagement ring but he wanted to give me another special ring which was so thoughtful (and completely unexpected). I know he has been working so hard to afford it.

Dear Missep123~

Thank you for reminding me. Rings can be very special thngs, not only as an adornment one can enjoy, but also as a permanent reminder of the person who gave it, and the circumstances.

I'd been away for four months (which neither of us liked) on a course and in returning afterwards was met by the late Mrs C in Melbourne where we spent a couple of days. Towards the end of that most happy time she steered me to a jewelers shop and sat me down. The jeweler brought out a ring, it was a perfect fit (how Mrs C found my size I've no idea).

Chosen be her and worn by me ever since, and even 40 or so years later when I look at it my memories of that course and the return to love and caring come back fresh as when I first felt them.

Croix