"A grownup is a child with layers on." - Woody Harrelson
Peeling back the layers.
One of my happiest childhood memories is from when Mama & Daddy took me to the Indian Reservation near Livingston, TX. We drove the small East Texas two lane backroads over for the day. As we toured the "village" I was shocked and proud to hear older Indians call my daddy "Bill" and happily shake his hand and greet him. (Daddy's family grew up near the reservation.) I remember sampling hot fried bread they prepared there and how good and tasty is was!
There was a locomotive train you could board and take a tour of the beautiful land in the reservation. I liked that an a lot, as that was my first train ride.
We went in an arena fenced off with wood and sat on wooden bleachers around a circular area and saw the Indians perform dances in native costumes. Beautiful!
We went through the gift store. I remember Mama fussing over the prices. She had been a child of the great depression, lived through gas stamps and rationing in WWII and raised two little girls alone after her first husband more or less abandoned her. So, she was ALWAYS price conscious! My eyes landed on a little Indian boy and girl doll set. They were made of hard plastic, had braids and buckskin clothing with beads. Of course Daddy trumped Mama and said I could have them. I remember playing with them in the back seat all the way home. I kept those dolls until I was in my twenties, married and thought I needed to be a responsible adult and get rid of all that childhood stuff I had hoarded.
Speaking of on the way home, we stopped at a restaurant and ate. I know I had a hamburger and french fries. I always had a hamburger and french fries no matter what restaurant we were at. That was my safe food. Something hard for them to mess up, as I didn't like any food that didn't taste like Mama's.
I suppose one reason this day was so memorable to me is that we didn't do a lot of "going" to places back in the day. All that stuff was somewhat frivolous to the generation my parents were from.
What about you? Ever been to an Indian reservation? Road a locomotive? What about your eating habits away from home? Are there things from your childhood you wish you had kept?
Thanks for sharing!