Throwback Thursday 46: Hiding Places #TBTMemory

My answers to today’s TBT aren’t going to be especially enlightening or hilarious, because I wasn’t typically one for hiding things. But I figure since Maggie put the questions together, it was the least I could do…

Did you keep a diary or a journal? If so, where did you keep it? I didn’t keep a journal until I was in my 30’s. I’d occasionally write something that looked and sounded like a journal entry, but that was more to blow off steam, and I’d usually throw it away after writing it. When I started journaling in my 30’s, I kept the notebook in my briefcase, more so I’d have it if I was traveling (wich I had just started doing extensively) or at work (if I felt the need to write there) than to keep it from Mary.

Did you have treasures or money you hid from siblings or parents? No. Money would generally burn a hole in my pocket. And treasures? Not many to speak of…

Did you have a need to hide things your parents would not approve of, like cigarettes, etc.? Not really. I would hide cigarettes from Mom so she wouldn’t smoke them. I found switching to menthol fixed that…

Thinking back, describe your most creative hiding place. I had a briefcase that I kept in my closet (I forget why I needed one when I was 15) that I would hide things in occasionally. But, like I said, I didn’t generally try too hard to hide things.

Did you have a tin box or safe or a diary with a lock? Nope.

What about yourself? Did you ever have a favorite get away spot or hiding place? Hmmmmm…

If you did not feel the need to hide away, where did you go for a little alone time? My room.

If you had siblings, did they hide things from you? If so, what types of things? I’m sure they did…

Now that you are an adult, do you still have little niches where you hide things away, like mad money, treasured letters, etc? Actually, no. I don’t have anything worth hiding.

When you feel the need to be alone, to where do you retreat? To Dreamland, that magical place in my head that looks like a cross between a hotel, an office, and a grocery store, where I buy cigarettes and Dr Pepper and talk to people whose names I’ve forgotten but who I know really well.

Tally-ho and away we go!
See you next week with a brand new show!

14 thoughts on “Throwback Thursday 46: Hiding Places #TBTMemory

  1. This was interesting and it shows how weird I am and was as a kid because I hoarded whatever money I got. I kept it in a small makeup case and hid it between the matress and box spring. When I found out many thieves search there I moved it to my boot. My brother always knew I had money stashed away so he would come to me asking for 25 cents. I always asked him sure but what do you need it for. He would get so pissed off with me but he’d come back and I’d give it to him ( buy Topps Baseball cards). I’d never see the money come back to me but that’s aok.
    I never kept a diary….I tried but never followed through. I’m certain my brother had secrets.. who doesn’t?
    Yes, of course I squirrel money away…always have and always will. I used to go into the sawmill and around the logs when I was a kid..I grew up on a sawmill. Now, I try yo go to my craft room but hubby finds me.

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    1. A pack of five baseball cards and the slab of unchewable gum was only a nickel in those days, so he could get five packs for a quarter. What a deal!

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  2. You always manage to make me chuckle, John. Smoking would never have gone over with my parents. I remember my dad forcing my brother to smoke an entire pack at one sitting. Yuck. Always an enjoyable read.

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  3. Hahahahs
    “like a cross between a hotel, an office, and a grocery store, where I buy cigarettes and Dr Pepper”
    You are so funny!
    -/
    And also that you had to hide the cigarettes so your mom would not smoke them – not what I was expecting
    ((-and I heard they wanted to outlaw menthol?)

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