Wednesday, May 19, 2010

Where Were You?

Hubs and I were floating around in our pool on Saturday during Lallie's nap, having one of our weekend shoot-the-breeze conversations, and we started talking about "where were you" situations.

I can remember where I was when Jerry Garcia died.  It was 1995 and I had just graduated from high school and my friend, Laura and I, were out driving around P-Town looking for our friends.  We found them, hanging out in our friend, Chris' house with all the candles lit and Jerry music blaring from the house.  We didn't interupt them.

I can remember the day I found out I was pregnant with Lallie.  It was the same day as our friends, Mike and Rachel, gave birth to their baby boy, Aidan.  We were at home and told them "we look forward to hearing that in 9 months," to which they replied with screams and yells.  We had suffered several miscarriages but this one was a sign from God, as we had just decided two weeks earlier, with great heartache, not move to Atlanta, despite job offers. 

I can remember where I was the day my baby brother was born.  It was 1985 and I was staying with The Hadley's that lived behind us on our first street.  My dad drove up, asked me if I wanted to go visit him and then took me to see mom and Chris.  After that, I remember nothing about his birth.

I can remember where I was for the Challenger.  It was 1986 and I was in 3rd grade.  The whole class, along with the rest of America, watched it all happen on TV.  I can still remember the classroom and the teacher's shock.  I don't remember how the situation was handled.

I can remember where I was when I was told Ashleigh was going to be my sorority little sister.  I had never met her and was asked at lunch, in the Raf, at Transy to pick her up.  I was a junior and she was a sophomore and she just happened to be sitting at a table across the restaurant from me.  Being the personable person I am, I wanted to immediately know more about her.  So I went over to her lunch table where she and the two other girls looked at me like, why are you so interested all of the sudden (because I couldn't yet reveal my intentions)?  No worries though, we are still best friends to this day, she was my Maid of Honor and she is now Lallie's Godmother.

I can remember the day I found out a high school classmate had died of Lupus.  We had gone to college together as well and unfortunately, were not close at all, though we had been quite close all through middle and high school.  It was a year or two after college and I was still in Lexington, Kentucky.  I had just left the mall and was sitting at the stop light to get onto Nicholasville Road.  My mom called and told me.  I cried.

I remember where I was when Kurt Cobain died.  It was 1994 and I was in Gulf Shores, Alabama on spring break with Laura and it was (I think) the day before we took her big brother, Brad, to the airport to serve in the Army in Germany for two years.  It was a rough couple of days for her (us).  We sat in front of the TV all day watching the news and then the next day, Laura had to send her brother off.  It was quite a humbling experience, sending someone off to serve, and I gained a newfound respect for all those who serve and their families that support them.  He later served in the war on terror and lost his leg to a suicide bomber.

I can remember the day George Bush left office.  We had watched the inauguration of the new President all day, as regardless of your party, it was quite exciting.  At the end of the evening, as Bush was getting on the plane to leave the White House, I began to tear up and then Lallie, who was about 16 or 17 months old, but barely speaking (she was a late talker), waved at the TV and said "Bye Bye Bush."

My dad served in the Army and one of my fondest memories is him coming home from a two-week training session.  He brought me Michael Jackson's Thriller album.  The one with the white tiger on the center spread.  He gave it to me in our front foyer.  One other time, he brought me home a Strawberry Shortcake doll.
I can remember where I was the first time Husband said he loved me.  We were at a restaurant called Shamrock's in Lexington eating our favorite thing ever, Irish Nachos, when he said he loved me.  He later left to go the restroom and I sat there and cried.  It was February 19th, 2001.

What are some of your fondest and most impressionable memories?


  1. I have memories that will stay with me forever too. I remember what I was doing with the Challenger--I was ironing in the kitchen of my parent's home.
    I remember I was going to look at a college when Pope John Paul II was shot. I was actually on a bridge in a not too great a part of town with a car that had a flat tire and my then 80 yr old grandmother. My father had gone to go get help.(a bit older than you are--is what I am).
    I have other memories of places and things.
    Thanks for the push to remember.

  2. I was with my family camping in July when JFK Jr's plane went missing. I was such an admirer of his wife's style, I was just shocked.

  3. I was at work on 9/11. My company would not allow radios so I had no clue. You actually e-mailed me and told me what happened so I was the first to know in my office. We all ran upstairs to the TV to watch the coverage. Thank goodness for my big sister!

    I feel a little inappropriate putting "Rock on!" here but will stil sign off...GW

  4. I'll have to play that game with my hubby.

    I was in 5th grade when the Challenger explosion happened, and like you, I watched it with all my classmates.

    When Kurt Cobain died, it was the end of my freshman year of college. It happened to be registration day to select classes for the following year. All the girls on my hallway had our doors open so we could shout to each other about what classes were still open. My friend Cassie heard the news on the radio and ran down the hallway shouting Kurt Cobain died.

  5. The best memories so far for me, that I can remember at the moment, were the day my husband proposed, when I found out I was pregnant with both my girls, the day they were both born. I guess I remember those most vividly because they were the most important.

    Great post!

  6. I remember where I was when the Challenger accident happened. I was in the HS cafe with friends and one of them told us about it. I did not believe him at all. Thought he was obnoxious for even suggesting it.
    I even recall where I was for Columbia too- working a shift for the Junior League at our resale shop.
    Of course I have other memories too... not all good, not all bad.

  7. This is such a great post!
    I will never forget where I was on 9/11! I even remember what I was wearing: My brothers Wheaton College sweatshirt, Gap Long and Lean Jeans and Wallabies. It is so vivid in my memory.

  8. Such a great post! I'm gonna have to do some serious reflecting...

    On Friday, I have a blog award for you. It'll be posted on my blog under my Flashback Friday post. Swing by then to check it out. Sorry for letting you know early, I'd post tomorrow but it's my little one's 10 month post and that's all that'll be up! Hope to see you Friday!

  9. What a great post. It's amazing what we remember isn't it?

    I remember the Challenger too - I was in 3rd grade and my teacher at the time had applied to be on the shuttle. She didn't make it, obviously (and thankfully), but I vividly remember watching it in her class. Like you though, I don't remember how it was handled after the crash.

    I remember the day I met my now husband and what we were wearing.

    I remember the day my now husband first said I love you.

    I remember 9/11 and watching all the news coverage with my coworkers. We just sat in silence and shock the entire day.

    I remember the minute I found out I was pregnant for the first time. And the horrible moment during my ultrasound when we discovered I had a miscarriage. I'll never forget the compassion that was shown to me by my doctor and the ultrasound tech.

    I remember when I first saw my daughter's heartbeat on the sonogram for the first time. I cried with joy.

    So many memories, thankfully more happy than sad! Love your blog BTW!

  10. I was in the Brumby dorm room in the Thunderbird Lounge where men could visit. DH told me he loved me. I loved him too!