Okay, so I copied this from a friend (Emma) verbatim (I'll admit I'm being a lazy poster lately). And just knew it was a brilliant idea when a well-respected friend (Julie) gave me the same idea on the same day I read Emma's post.1. As a comment on my blog, leave one memory that you and I (or you and Dave, or you and Claire) had together. It doesn't matter if you knew us a little or a lot, anything you remember!
2. Next, re-post these instructions on your blog and see how many people leave a memory about you. It's actually pretty funny to see the responses. If you leave a memory about me, I'll assume you're playing the game and I'll come to your blog and leave one about you. If you don't want to play on your blog, or if you don't have a blog, I'll leave my memory of you in my comments.
16 comments:
So many memories, it's hard to choose! I think I'll go with the time I travelled with you and Noelle to Montreal, and we decided to go for a ride through the park in a horse-drawn carriage, thinking it would be a really fun experience. But we sort of forgot that it was the middle of February, and we almost died of hypothermia. But in a fun way.
Hi Tara and Dave! So many memories.
Tara, I remember when we used to tag-team the Harlem seminary class. I wasn't so good at it, but you were totally a star, and so understanding when I couldn't manage my first year of teaching, grad school and teaching Seminary.
Dave, I remember playing kickball in Central Park. Or going out to Roosevelt Island to play games. Or the time we did the scavenger hunt around Manhattan, when Tori, Wendy, Lindsay and I lived in that ghetto supastar place on 55th. Scary to think that was almost a decade ago!
Like Jaime I have so many memories... Tara and the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade in the rain and Dave when I had to go visit a scrapbook company in Logan for work and who does it end up being giving me the tour? Dave!
Hope you're both wonderful!
driving out of the city to eat at cheesecake factory...yum! love the picture by the way : )
I treasure this memory of Dave and I. Dave is the type of brother to always make one feel important and an Individual. Coming from a family of 10 that is not easily done. Dave invited me to go with him and his friends to go camping and run the Snake River in Jackson Hole. I remember lying awake in my tent having tears run down my face feeling so special that Dave would want me to come with him and his friends. Thanks Dave for being that brother who always takes the time to care.
Tara, I have lots of memeories with you. The first thing that comes to mind is when we were living together and you and Laura asking us why we were always up so late laughing. It was only a matter of time before we sucked you into our late night laughing about nothing! Good times, good times!
I would have to say one of my favorite memories was walking back from church, through Central Park, in the hush of a snowstorm with you. Everything was so quiet and white! That is when you introduced me to THE BEST HOT CHOCOLATE EVER! It was some Mexican concoction, I went out and found some shortly after.
Or was it our boat/cat trip to some island off of Puerto Rico. We spotted that family who had no clue how to lather on the sun screen. They had the worst tan lines I think we had ever seen and we covertly tried to take pictures of them!
One of my first memories of Dave was way before Telly and I were married and he came to my apartment with Telly. I knew he was Telly's friend from NYC and I was very impressed with his way trendy shirt & shoes. For a while after that if we were walking through a store I would tell Telly "That is a Dave shirt"
Another memory I have is when Claire was blessed and we came out to NYC for the big event. I still remember how cute she was and how full her lips were for a newborn. CUTE!
It was a warm Fall afternoon. I was a freshman sitting on the front bench at Mountain Crest High with a girl that I wanted to impress. We were waiting for the school bus to take us home. Off in the distance I see my brother Dave in Sid's truck. I lean over and in my "sexy voice" and said to her, "that is my brother and I don't need to ride the bus, maybe I can get you a ride home as well." She looked impressed.... I started walking towards the truck and when I was about 10 feet from it, one of Dave's friends yelled to Dave, your little brother is coming. Dave started the truck and hit the gas. I ran as fast as I could to catch the back of the back of the bed... In one final try I dove for the tailgate. As I was rolling on the ground, I remember thinking, I hope no one saw that.... I came to a stop in a pothole. As to not loose my dignity I stood up quickly, as if it were all part of my plan, road-rash and all. I limped over to the Bus that just pulled up. Waved up to the now large group of hot girls and said in my sexy voice, "uh, yaa I will just ride the bus today". Got on and went to the back of the bus, because that is where the cool kids sit.
So many of both of you... Tara, my first Thanksgiving in the city up in the Pocanos- you introduced me to your friends and that quickly, I had a group of friends in the city. Also (of course) those long discussions when we were working at ABC about boys. :)
Dave, just dozens of memories of laughing hysterically at nearly everything you said and did.
I miss you both and hope that this is not the end of memories with the Thatchers.
Okay, Tara, I'm playing along (see my post)!
Memories...I met Dave first so I'll start with him. Do you remember spending a few random nights in Brooklyn, Fall of 1999? I still can't believe we didn't know you guys and we ignorantly allowed two stranger boys to board at our apartment for the weekend! We didn't know much about the Thatcher boys back then. :)
Tara, ABC Variety House is all a blur to me these days, thank goodness (especially a few individuals in particular, I'll let you choose which ones I might be referring to!). But I know we spent a lot of time working together and you were the best supervisor I could have ever asked for, a great friend as well.
To the two of you, I'm glad Jon and I were able to spend our last day in New York with you during the blackout in August 2003. Interesting that that happened to be the one day I had to meet w/ the attorney in Battery Park and then walk north about three hours to get to your place on the Upper East Side!
I am not ready to do this on my blog yet but I will post a memory anyway. I have known you for so long Tara that I have lots of memories of what a sweet girl you have always been--so full of life and ideas. I remember the mother- daughter sleepovers we had a few times when you were young. We had a huge pile of dress-up clothes consisting of some old road show costumes and anything else we could muster up. The girls would dress up and do little skits. It was a riot. One time we watched My Fair Lady after the festivities and I recall most of us were asleep before it was over...that is a long movie.
My memory involves us going to the Little Mermaid Broadway show (free thanks to you) and leaving during intermission to buy food at McDonalds. What a fun date night we all had.
Dave I remember when you would clean the office and you would delagate going around the entire office and picking up the trash cans to me. I remember my payment was always the same a Slurpy and sometimes I would get the Slurpy gum with the gel center. I was the highlight of my day a lot of the time, just because I loved to be around you.
i'm getting bay on here to write one too, but for me... the first time I met Dave was at 5 am when you came down three flights of stairs to carry my way too heavy bag back up three flights at five in the morning - when I wasn't smart enough to figure out the entry code and too dumb to pack a weeks worth of clothes for three days. And i LOVED tara the first time I met her! she was so genuinely kind and talked to me like an adult and not a silly nineteen year old that Bay was dating (which i was) she showed us (well, me) around new york and you can have a conversation about anything! i just love you two!
Our first introduction to Tara was Dave's glowing description of this remarkable girl he had met and was going to marry. However, he and Brent decided to test their parents racial tolerance. They told us all about how wonderful you were, that you were getting your Master's at Columbia and you were so smart and intelligent and beautiful and fun AND BLACK. I thought I handled it pretty well and I was perfectly honest. I told them that I wouldn't mind racially mixed grandchildren at all, they are always so beautiful. Then David got the news that you had started dating another boy and his heart was literally crushed to pieces which of course meant that my heart was crushed too. However, you came through with flying colors - THREE YEARS LATER! All's well that ends well and although it certainly is only the beginning you two are an awesome couple and we are so blessed to have you in our family. To have you choose to come back to the farm with our little Claire last month meant a lot to me.
David - as a mother I have a journal full of memories but the one I have been pondering lately is when you were about 16. I have been thinking a lot about Meghan's miracle and it reminded me of your miracle. I took you with me to Canada "to help me drive" the big old 9 seater red bus when really we just felt like you needed to get away and I needed to feel close to you again but you wanted no part of me. You were sullen and angry, your hair was long and you would hardly talk to me all the way there. When we got there you and my dad really bonded and your heart seemed to soften. You went riding together and you helped him work with his dog. Dad always thought so much of you. He really liked you. He told me to be patient with you because you were going to be just fine. I didn't understand the reasons for your pain and suffering at the time but Dad's words comforted me and a few years later you told me that you were where you were in that particular time in your life as a blessing to someone else. You have been a blessing to someone at EVERY stage of your life. It is through you that I have learned some of my most poignant lessons. Without you my life would not be complete!
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