I remember boiled peanuts

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  1. I want the beach, I want to sit butt planted in the salty waters, I want a tote bag filled with towels and Doritos. I can’t wait for summer. But my memory of boiled peanuts, cracking that shell, and piling them next to me was sitting next to my cousin, on the floor, in front of the sofa, watching all american baseball games. Thank you for helping me recall such a great memory.

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  2. Andrea’s memories of her quite blessed childhood, and her descriptions of those experiences resonate with me beyond eloquent analogies or metaphors. Much of my favorite writings in her blog describe the experiences that stuck in her mind. The tiny details that captured the moment forever in Andrea’s very busy mind. Her Dad’s wedding ring pinging on the steering wheel of the boat, the boiled peanuts, the sand, the wind, the sounds of the water lapping on the hull of the boat, and the waves breaking on the beach, and that remarkable energy of the sun beating down …..are all on the periphery and are the players in the grand experiences of those memories. They are etched in our minds and in our soul from kiddom..our childhood..our little life with mom and dad. Simple and innocent. I write all this from lucky and unique perspective, because I was there for it all. I am Andrea’s brother and this makes me well up just putting it here you all to read. Powerful stuff for me. The smell of the marsh captivates my soul and my heart every single time I cross the last bridge after Wilmington Island. It means I am almost home, and all of the memories we share flood my heart….every single time. I Love you sis…and I Love you too..Mom and Dad. The same wedding band is still there and it still makes the same sound we adore.

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  3. We crossed over the border into Georgia once and discovered boiled peanuts. I was about 50 years old and had never heard of them before in spite of growing up in Memphis. They reminded me of black-eye peas, something I have to fix for myself from time to time.

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