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A Moment Of Life

By: girlmcgirly
Written on November 3rd, 2010
Today, for some reason, is one of those days where I miss my childhood. I miss Louisiana. I miss my Mamaw, and the smell of her in the late evening. The sun is hiding behind one of the most beautiful clouds I have ever seen right now. It's actually hiding deep beyond and behind layers of clouds. Do you ever think that the sky, if you closed your eyes and held your face upward to it, could just soak you right up and beam you down in to another place, another time. I sure do wish that it could sometimes. Where I would go and what I would do differ from time to time...though the visions always bring smiles to me.

My kids are growing so fast...it seems they know so much more of the world than I did as a child...and that is sadder than you might think, for I knew far too much. I never truly knew that I had a bad childhood, while I was in it. I knew it was harsh and brutal, I just didn't know that it wasn't common. I appreciate that, now that I have grown. I can't say that I would love to go back and start over but there are moments here and there that I wish I could relive just to truly implant that memory on my brain so I would never have a hazy recollection of it. There was one time when I was living with my grandparents in Yucatan (find that on a map, hah) They ran a boat dock and a bait shop. I was allowed to catch the minnows, affectionately known as minners, and get the worms, show the customers to the dock, help them work the coke machine (the kind that had 6 1/2 oz glass bottles inside that got colder than anything on earth), little things like that, but I must tell you they were some of my happiest days. My hair was long and in pig tails, my feet were usually bare, my shorts were cut offs and my hands were dirty...but I wore a smile and had a sense of belonging that I don't usually feel anymore.
By: girlmcgirly
Age: 41-45 , Female
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  • MeHornyNOW
    MeHornyNOW

    That was extremley well written, thank you for sharing. I felt as if I was there with you in those places. I also feel this way at times. Thank you.

    May 9, 2012
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    • girlmcgirly
      girlmcgirly

      Thank you so much for taking the time to read and comment.

      May 9, 2012
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  • Hrmg
    Hrmg

    I know what you mean by not realizing how abnormal one's childhood is, until its not a childhood anymore. What's scaring me is that I'm younger, and feeling this way.

    You seem very insightful =)

    May 9, 2012
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    • girlmcgirly
      girlmcgirly

      I don't know if I'm insightful or not...I know I wish I had been more so at a younger age.

      May 9, 2012
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  • distantshadow2010
    distantshadow2010

    well fellow louey, i am cajun myself too, transplants to ny. one thing i missed about louisiana, not the festival, it the bayous. and the green thumbs. i missed growing things. ny isnt quite same. i missed the aroma in the air you can smell gumbo for miles. those festivals of funs!



    never be ashamed of your culture. live it, embrace it, even heck, cook the culture!

    May 9, 2012
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  • PrairieDog71
    PrairieDog71

    Sounds like you still have some good memories embedded in your memory. Plus Yucatan the peninsula in Mexico north of Guatemala, I believe still Mayan ruins over the area, and didn't have to use a map because it still locked into my memory.

    Jun 24, 2012
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  • girlmcgirly
    girlmcgirly

    Thanks for the comment...sure there are some good memories in there.



    The Yucatan I am speaking of is right outside of Tallulah, La. Great fishing spot and it used to have great woods, too.

    Jun 24, 2012
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    • PrairieDog71
      PrairieDog71

      Thanks, I hadn't heard of that Yucatan before.

      Jun 24, 2012
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  • orca4950
    orca4950

    I did enjoy your storey. As a kid, lived on a lake and ran the boat launch ramp for my dad. lots of fun. Lived in New Orleans in '64-66. it was awsome.

    Oct 1, 2012
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    • girlmcgirly
      girlmcgirly

      It was a great way and place to grow up!

      Thanks for reading and commenting. :)

      Oct 1, 2012
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  • consa
    consa

    So Mrs. McGirly, you're a Cajun Queen... I am not, though French is my mother tongue, and I luv gumbo and jambalaya. Your secrets are safe with me. I too remember the very cold 6 1/2 ounce bottles of Coke. And the girls in short shorts and dirty feet, clothed in total innocence.

    "...had a sense of belonging that I don't usually feel anymore." I hear you. I had bullying issues with many of the boys around me. But my parents loved and respected me. Home wasn't flash, but it was a loving chrysalis that incubated me until I was read to spread my wings and fly away. And flited restlessly from garden to garden until I landed in an enchanted world far far away, called New Zealand. I have been here almost 2 decades, and believe I will die here. I buried my father long ago. My mother is sliding into senility. My sister and I do not speak. My brother hides himself from the world. It's me and my lovely wife and daughter, down in the South Pacific."Some enchanted eveningWhen you find your true love,When you feel her call youAcross a crowded room,Then fly to her side,And make her your ownOr all through your life youMay dream all alone."

    Oct 29, 2012
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    • girlmcgirly
      girlmcgirly

      What a lovely comment to happen upon this morning. I still do miss those bottles of Coca-Cola.

      New Zealand seems a lovely place that I would enjoy seeing before I die. I wish all the peace and happiness that can be found there or wherever your journey takes you.

      Oct 29, 2012
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  • CrazyWaterSpring
    CrazyWaterSpring

    Girly this story makes me adore you even more. I know this place in Shreveport that has the best crawdads. I'll order you some to go.

    Oct 29, 2012
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    • girlmcgirly
      girlmcgirly

      Well, it's ever so lovely to be adored. :)

      As for the crawdads....you know I'd take 'em! Ever eaten any gator at Ralph and Kacoo's?

      Oct 29, 2012
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    • CrazyWaterSpring
      CrazyWaterSpring

      That is on my list. Thanks!

      Oct 29, 2012
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    • girlmcgirly
      girlmcgirly

      Let me know what you think. They're not the very best but they might be the best gator you can get in Shreveport. :)

      Oct 29, 2012
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  • soulrunher
    soulrunher

    Nice picture. Thanks for sharing.

    Dec 10, 2012
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    • girlmcgirly
      girlmcgirly

      Thank you for reading and commenting. :)

      Dec 11, 2012
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  • Chagrinned
    Chagrinned

    I have been wanting to tour my childhood residences so bad as of late just to ponder those childhood memories-those experiences that molded us into who we are, now. Thanks for the glimpse from yours. We are going back to K.C. this Christmas. I may just knock on that door.

    Dec 11, 2012
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    • girlmcgirly
      girlmcgirly

      Most of the places that I have lived have been destroyed in one way or another...floods and fires mostly. I think it is an odd and almost ending to some of them. But still, I understand the look back...I hope the doors lead to good things.

      Dec 11, 2012
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  • marriedup
    marriedup

    I am from Lake Charles and I had to google it. Have camped, hunted and fished all over the state.Was close once or twice but never there. It is the wonderful memories like those that can sustain us through tough times.

    Jan 2
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    • girlmcgirly
      girlmcgirly

      Thanks for reading and commenting. We were in Lake Charles last week...its growing so much!

      Jan 3
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    • marriedup
      marriedup

      Yeah, It has grown and changed a lot.

      Jan 4
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