Tag Archives: nostalgia

Throw Back Thursday:) Nostalgia

20 Oct

“The more I think about the past, the more I realize how quickly it passed me by.”

~Toni Armenta Andrukaitis


I love being domestic. I love to bake, and cook, and clean. OK! I lied about the cleaning. Nobody likes to clean. When I took out my old harvest gold General Electric mixer, I paused a minute. My mother gave me that mixer in 1975. The bowl that I was pouring the lemon cake mix into was the original brown Pyrex set from the same era. Sitting on the counter was the smallest of the nesting Pyrex casseroles, white with corn flower blue. Oh, and that’s the original measuring cup.  All these items are over forty years old. All wedding gifts and still in perfect working order and condition. They get used all the time. 

I had to laugh. The mixer lasted longer than the marriage. I can laugh about it now! If something is made well and taken care of, it will last a lifetime. See the correlation?

Just because something is old and not so pretty anymore, it shouldn’t be thrown away or replaced. It has been dependable all these years. It should be cherished. I look at my old things and I smile. I’m not throwing these things away, and I hope they out live me, and someone else can cherish them when I’m gone.

Now, back to my baking…

Sunday:) Mother’s Day Memories

15 May

Abraham Lincoln“All that I am or ever hope to be, I owe to my angel mother.” 

― Abraham Lincoln


I use that Lincoln quote all the time when I refer to my angel mother, Trini. She is by far the sweetest, kindest, most loving mother ever placed on this planet. I have been blessed and honored to be raised and loved by this lovely lady. She will be celebrating her 90th birthday in just a few weeks. She has been an inspiration to her three daughters, all her siblings, family and pretty much everyone who has ever met her. Love you Mom.


This is one of my favorite pictures because it captures our silly nature, not to mention our common love of ice cream.

I have also been blessed with two wonderful sons, Joe and Matt. They are grown men, but will always be my babies. I miss them very much, but now being a new grandma, I plan on visiting more often. Look out! Nothing sillier,  mushier, crazier and more annoying than a new grandmother.

Matt and Joe, the loves of my life. I wrote a little poem way back in 2010 when I stumbled across some of the silly keepsakes I had tucked away in a drawer. There are literally hundreds of letters, school papers, school crafts, baby clothes and toys. I still have all those gifts and memories and I will never part with them. 


I miss that noodle necklace

And the handprint plaster plaque

Those earrings made of Play dough
How I wish those days were back
When you raced home after school
A secret present just for me
 I had to keep my eyes closed
To wrap before I could see
Several yards of gift wrap needed
Two big rolls of tape were used
Then my hands were gently treated
To a huge package wrapped and glued 
I tore it open with pleasure
There printed in glitter of blue
The gift I always will treasure
With a card that said, “I LUV YOU.”
I miss that noodle necklace……
~Toni Andrukaitis Mother’s Day 2010
Now, I’m a grandmother and there is yet another generation to cherish and love with all my heart. Motherhood is the best gig ever.

Happy Mother’s Day to all the beautiful ladies out there who are mothers, grandmothers, great-grandmothers, but especially those wonderful women who were not blessed with children of their own. They give their love and share their gifts and nurture and take care of so many people. This is their day too. It should also be called…HAPPY WOMEN’S DAY.

Sentimental Saturday and Senior Moments

19 Jan

I walk down memory lane because I know that I’ll run into you there.
Yesterday, I was talking about old friends, the old bowling team from the 90’s. Well, not to date myself, today, I had a brief four hour lunch with my girlfriend, Linda, from high school in the 60’s. I say brief because, we could have used another four hours and not run out of things to say. Unfortunately, the snow started coming down pretty fast and furious around 11am, but she ventured out anyway, picked me up at Mom’s place, and we slipped and slushed our way randomly down Randall Road looking for a place to have lunch.

The poor waitress at the Squire restaurant stopped by four or five times before we even looked at the menu. After we got our food, she didn’t check back quite so often, as she got the idea that we were in for the long haul. About two hours into catching up and sharing stories about kids, family, teaching and the old neighborhood and friends, we started reminiscing about old high school teachers and classes.

“Did you have Mr. Dyer for Spanish?” I asked. “Yah, I did,” was the reply. Then I chimed in, “I threw up all over myself the first day of freshman year, first period in Spanish class. I’ll never forget!” Yuk! What a way to remember Mr. Dyer and Spanish class. Ah, those were the days!

We were so young, innocent, and optimistic back then. I recalled my story about being moved up to Honors English a few weeks into the semester during sophomore year, and I cried for two days because I didn’t know anyone. I went to Mr. Ruby, my counselor, and cried some more. He wrote a note and I went back to my old regular old English class, in my old seat right behind Diane. (Did you notice I don’t handle change very well, not to mention parting with friends?)

Yep, a lot of walking down memory lane. The year was 1967, the school was Amos Alonzo Stagg H.S., the memories are clear and crisp, and the friends were amazing… and still are. Thanks Linda for a nostalgic stroll down memory lane and the corridors of high school. FRIENDS RULE…OLD FRIENDS RULE FOREVER!!!

Over 45 years later…still best of friends!


Theme Song Thursday: “Where I’m From”

15 Aug

The strength of a nation derives from the integrity of the home.

While catching up on my daily updates from townsquarebuzz.com, McKinney’s awesome on-line news source, I checked out this video about old McKinney. It is so nostalgic and real. The video shows photos of old McKinney, Texas, but it tells about “Anywhere, USA.” It shows simpler times, when life was honest and people were true. The choice of background music is perfect. This may not be your hometown, but it will make you wax nostalgic. (Or is it wane? Wax or wane, it’s nice to reminisce.)




Monday Memories: High School in the 70’s- Far Out!

14 May

Just when I think I’ve run out of ideas to blog about, the universe throws something right in my lap. To be more accurate, right into my laptop. When I was checking my emails this morning, I found something from classmates.com. They’re always sending these cryptic posts saying, “Antoinette, someone is looking for you. See who it is.” (Who calls me Antoinette besides my husband when he’s really mad at me?) Well, anyone who has really wanted to find me has already found me. But, then I get curious and click on the link. Yep, the names are all blurred out and I’m asked to sign up and pay for a membership plan.

Today was different. There was a link to check out my high school yearbook. Was this just another ploy to get my money? I still have my yearbook from the prehistoric 70’s somewhere upstairs, but I thought I’d give it a shot. Low and behold, the entire 1971, Amos Alonzo Stagg High School yearbook was right there. It was scanned cover to cover. Ah, a walk down memory lame. (Freudian slip…or is it?)

Oh man, memory lane is pretty lame.
It was fun looking at all the weird hairstyles, crazy clothes, and photos of my favorite teachers. The girls had long straight hair and the skirts were shorter than short. The guys had long hair too and bearded faces. (If they could grow a beard) Mr. Carroll was my all-time favorite teacher (art of course), then and now. I still keep in touch with him these forty some years later. Love ya, Mr. C!!!

I’m the first one in the second row.(I used to straighten or iron my curly-kinky hair back then) I still look the same, don’t I? NOT!!!

It’s hard to believe how quickly the years fly by. But they do, don’t they? So, just a little stroll down memory “lame.” Admit it, you want to run and look for your yearbook, don’t ya? NOT!!!