It would have to be my grandparent's farm. Thanksgiving there was a special memory where all the family gathered for a great home cooked meal. Family came from all over the country to be there. Everyone enjoyed being together and no fighting, tension, etc. All that was left at home for that special occasion happening once a year. I really miss those times.
The kids and now just Wifie and I have traveled to many outstanding places in North America and I have been too and lived in several other countries that I have fabulous memories of.
But my best memories are of 15 Kitty Hawk West which is the place I call home.
Especially at this time of the year, it's Little League baseball fields that take me back to times of unbridled anticipation and joy. We were all primed and ready to be superstars in our own minds, eagerly awaiting our chance to show the world. In reality most of us were mediocre at best; but our enthusiasm was big league!
I spent many hours playing ball in my youth and the memories can take me back in time better than any others. I try to attend as many games as I can as s nostalgic fan, snd i help out as a volunteer as needed for field maintenance, light building repairs, score keeping etc. I even was an assistant coach for s few years until my work schedule interfered.
I've been in Jacksonville FL for 36 years now, transplanted when I started working on NAS Jacksonville to support training our finest. Over the years we've spent a lot of time in St Augustine, I'm now kayak fishing there. I know its a tourist town but there is a side of it we find so relaxing. Hidden away places like the pierogi place we need to get back to. Heading there tomorrow to paddle and fish if I can.
Also for a number of years now the Mrs and I head down to a little fish camp in Astor on the St Johns for Xmas/New Years with our freshwater boat. Have some great memories there as well. We've traveled over the world as well but best memories are right here near home.
Interesting thread. I've lived in many, many places, especially during my 24 years in the Army and have had the pleasure of being to do a bit of traveling as well during the last 10 years since I retired, but when trying to think of special places not much comes to mind. One place which might seem strange was Passau, Germany. We spent a day and a half there during a river cruise because the water level was a bit too high for the cruise ship to pass under the bridges. This small city was so charming with what seemed like streets and buildings unchanged from several hundred years ago. The weather was perfect, everyone we met spoke English, and it seemed that around every corner was a small plaza with welcoming cafes. The odd part was that I was suffering through a gout attack on that trip, yet I remarked at the time that I had never found anywhere outside the U.S. that crossed my mind as I place I would like to live.
Another place I remember with special memories is the U.S. Military Academy at West Point, NY. I was stationed at the Army hospital there for four years. My fourth child was born while we were there and I went from Captain to Major during that time. Not only is it a beautiful area on the Hudson River, with great historical significance, but in himdsight I realize that maybe those were the best four years of my life.
Anything that makes me think of my daddy. He owned and ran a country store that was started by his father. Daddy went to work with granddaddy when he came back from WWII. He was a one man show. It looked like he worked all the time. 7am to 10pm, closed on Sunday. On Friday night I could go to the store after supper and stay with him until he closed. That's was the highlight of my week when i was little. He died when I was 18. That's been a long time ago. I still think about him a lot. My career is over now but I always missed his guidance in life.
This is a painting of my grandfather's oyster buy boat, the Westriver (excuse the lighting. just couldn't get it right). I spent many wonderful hours aboard her and learned at a very early age the handling of a BIG boat and learned to respect the Chesapeake Bay. The Bay is unforgiving to the fool.
our family camp was estab in the 1960's
i have been there one week of my life for the last 45 years. However it has had a HUGE impact on who I am.
the Family gatherings, & Friends. All of which are no longer on this Earth.
the Beauty of Gods World, and the AWSOME Game that was pursued. And brought home.
The place where I have had the honor of spreading not only my Fathers ashes but the ashes of many Great Family Friends.
Laughter, Stories,Perhaps a few little white lies,
Sailing and island hopping around the US and British Virgin Islands with family and friends crewing on our 60-foot racing schooner, Flyaway. Diving on the 1867 wreck of the RMS Rhone off Salt Island in the BVI. Scuba diving and snorkeling in this part of the Caribbean are spectacular.
Sleeping topside under the stars next to a 12 gauge shotgun. You see, Pirates of the Caribbean are for real.
In the photo she is anchored off Buck Island in the US Virgin Islands at Turtle Beach, considered one of the most beautiful natural beaches in the world. In the background is the US Virgin Island of St. Croix.
Don't know the builder; It was built in San Pedro CA in 1948;
the ribs were steam bent TRUE 2 inch square oak and the planking was mahogany that was 1 1/4 inch thick. She had a 22 hp Faryman 2 cylinder diesel engine (German built) and 150 gal diesel fuel capacity. Did I mention the bow sprit ?
Well, Olive Branch Baptist Church where my dad ministered for many years & that I went to as a child and the old Farm . My Dad past away in 21 and both of those places bring back many memories. I still hunt on the Farm. In my Dad's latter years I could still get Dad out of the house Mom always said . On the nicer days He would hunt with me and those are things I will never forget.