Childhood Summer Memories

Although it isn’t officially summer, we’re going to do a little flashback Friday and share some of our childhood summer memories.

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Donni

Down down baby, down by the roller coaster
Sweet sweet baby, I’ll never let you go

It’s been about six years since I spent a full summer in Charleston. But the heat, humidity and afternoon thunderstorms are everything but forgettable. As a child I spent many of my summer days at my grandmother’s house on James Island, less than five miles away from Folly Beach. One of my aunts lived there with her two children and served as my grandmother’s caretaker.

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Shimmy shimmy cocoa pops,
Shimmy shimmy pow!
Shimmy shimmy cocoa pops
Shimmy shimmy pow!

My parents worked and so I would be dropped off there along with another cousin. So the four of us – two boys and two girls — spent just about every summer together. We didn’t go to the beach. We spent the days outside tying one end of a rope to a tree, and jumping rope with the other end in my cousin’s hand or playing handclapping games. The boys off doing their own thing away from the house or hold up inside playing Nintendo. Sometimes they’d let us play, mainly the bonus rounds in Super Mario and we’d all take turns blowing into the cartridges when the games messed up.  Nintendo later turned into Super Nintendo, which turned PlayStation.

Gramma gramma, sick in bed,
Called the doctor and the doctor said

When we were older My cousin and I would sneak into her brother’s room to play Tekken and Mortal Kombat – being careful to place his controllers back where we found them as not to get caught. That’s also where we would record songs of the radio on cassette tapes, being careful not to get the commercials at the beginning of the song.

Let’s get the rhythm of the head – ding dong
Let’s get the rhythm of the head – ding dong
Let’s get the rhythm of the hands – clap, clap
Let’s get the rhythm of the hands – clap, clap

My aunt gave us summer homework — I remember pages and pages of math problems — that we’d have to complete before going outside. And once you were outside you had to stay outside because 1) you couldn’t let the cool air out and 2) we smelled like “outdoors”.

Let’s get the rhythm of the feet – stomp, stomp
Let’s get the rhythm of the feet – stomp, stomp

At some point Monopoly became the group game. We were vicious and eager to bankrupt everyone. My favorite were the yellow properties. We only stopped for $5 Hot N Ready’s from Little Caesars and freeze pops.

Let’s get the rhythm of the – hot dog
Let’s get the rhythm of the – hot dog!

When the summer storms rolled in, my grandmother would make us sit in silence – in the dark. TVs were immediately turned off. Get too loud and you’d get popped with a switch.

Put it all together and what do you get?
Ding dong, clap clap, stomp stomp, hot dog!
Put it all backward and what do you get?
Hot dog, stomp stomp, clap clap, ding dong!

 

Ace

Walking to the corner store for chilly bears.

If you’re unfamiliar with the term, a chilly bear is basically frozen Kool-Aid. The most amazing frozen Kool-Aid you’ll ever taste. One of the only things better than enjoying a chilly bear after walking in the heat, is searching under the couch for enough change to buy one. They were 25 cents.

Swimming lessons at the community center.

My mom and aunts thought it would be a good idea for all of us to take swimming lessons together–all 15 of us. I still know how to swim, so maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea. (Except for that one time we caused a mini riot when my cousin got in a fight.)Childhood Summer Memories -- The Palmetto Peaches

Playing Red Rover in the grass while visiting our “country” cousins.

Red Rover, Red Rover send Cec on over! When I was a little girl, visiting family in Florence, SC was my Disney World. We’d play a ton of games outside before the streetlights came on, but Red Rover was always the funniest.

 

What are some of your favorite childhood summer memories? Leave us a comment below!

Ace Siggy--The Palmetto Peachesand  Donni Siggy--The Palmetto Peaches

5 Reasons Why Group Projects Are The Worst

Who invented group projects? This is a serious question. I thought my group project days ended in college, but nah. My circles consists of artists, entrepreneurs and influencers. Translation: there’s always an idea for a collaboration being thrown my way.

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While I appreciate my peers thinking of me when they have great ideas, the thought of working with multiple people makes me anxious. Group project deadlines, communication, and juggling multiple opinions and personalities can be A LOT on the soul.

5 Reasons Why Group Projects Are The Worst

Patience is a virtue I’m still mastering.

To set the record straight, I’m a team player. You know what makes me a good team player? Knowing my strengths and weaknesses. Patience happens to be a strength and weakness of mine. Sometimes I have it, sometimes I don’t.

Micromanaging is annoying.

A good leader is always appreciated–a bossy manager is not. Neither is feeling the need of having to be a micromanager.

I don’t babysit anyone over the age of 13. I barely want to babysit my nephews, let alone an adult fully capable of doing the work that needs to be done.

Which bring me to the next reason….

Ain’t nobody got time for that.

An assumed perk of group projects is being able to save time by sharing the workload. It only takes one lazy group member to ruin that for everyone. 5 Reasons Why Group Projects Are The Worst -- The Palmetto Peaches - palmsinatl.com

I just literally can not. I’m unable to can.

Those are the words I can use to genuinely describe the frustration of having your success being in the hands of someone else.

Do you despise group projects? What’s the worst experience you’ve had?

Ace Siggy--The Palmetto Peaches

Summer Bookworm Guide: 7 Books to Read By the Pool

Dear bookworm, whether you prefer the beach or the pool, you know there’s nothing like having a great book to keep you entertained. Here are a few I plan to check off my list this summer:

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For My Bookworm That Loves A Thriller

Into The Water by Paula Hawkins

Have you read The Girl On The Train? If yes, then know the suspense and mystery that will wrapped in this one. In Into the Water. a single mother turns up dead at the bottom of a river and her teenage daughter knows that there’s more to the story than suicide. I can’t wait to crack this one open!

I’ll Eat When I’m Dead by Barbara Bourland

Think Devil Wears Prada with as a thriller. Here’s the synopsis: A high-powered fashion editor dies in her office, her best friend / work wife Cat knows that it wasn’t because of something she ate (or, in this case, didn’t eat). Cat enlists the help of a detective and they get on the case — which winds the duo up in a web of sex, lies, and makeup counter madness.

For The Bookworm That Loves YA Fiction and a Little Romance

Always and Forever, Lara Jean (To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before) by Jenny Han

I’m a big fan of the first two books in the To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before series: To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before and P.S. I Still Love You. So I’m excited to revisit all of these characters sipping frosé by the pool. Start with the first book and you’ve got a summer series.

Summer Days and Summer Nights: Twelve Love Stories


Ok, this one isn’t out until next week, but it’s a perfect beach/poolside read of yeah you guessed it 12 love stories written by young adult authors.

For the Woke Bookworm

The Fire Next Time by James Baldwin

Ace included Between The World and Me on her summer reading list and it’s also on mine. However, I thought I’d give you a classic option to consider. The Fire Next Time was originally a letter, written by Baldwin to his nephew on the 100th anniversary of the “emancipation” of black America and is completely relevant today.

“The impossible is the least that one can demand.”
― James Baldwin, The Fire Next Time

For The Bookworm Who Also Loves Pop Culture

Movie Star by Lizzie Pepper: A Novel by Hilary Liftin


This is a funny pool read that plays out like a E! True Hollywood story and is written by Hillary Liftin who is a ghostwriter that specializes in celebrity memoirs.

For My Bookworm Who Rereads The Great Gatsby

No One Is Coming To Save Us by Stephanie Powell Watts

I saw this book in so many articles about what to read in 2017. The story is basically a 2017 version of Gatsby, but I admit – I’m intrigued.

Do you have any suggestions for summer reads? Leave them in the comments below!

Donni Siggy--The Palmetto Peaches

How to Live Your Best Life #AllSummer17

“I’m just trying to live my best life” is something I started saying heavily before leaving for Hangout Fest. My friends and co-workers love it just as much as I do. It’s probably because some of our “best life” decisions are questionable. Either way summer is almost officially here, and the only life I want to live is my best one!

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How to Live Your Best Life #AllSummer17

Be consciously selfish.

It’s okay to say no to things that don’t benefit or interest you. This doesn’t mean to ignore your loved ones to sip sangria at the pool– at least not everyday. If your family is as big as mine, your calendar is already 50% booked with events. Make sure to make time for the fun and/or productive things you want to do.

Wear the bathing suit.

I know first hand this is easier said than done, but I also know that self consciousness and the heat don’t mesh well together.

Unplug.

If you didn’t Snap about it, did it even happen? Yes. Yes it did. Nothing says summer like a good drink-in-the-air picture, but sometimes we forget to live in the moment. Not to mention that a break from the 24-hour news cycle is good for the soul. Being on your phone too much takes away from quality pool and/or nap time. (Please note that I love a good drink in a float picture just as much as the next person.) How to Live Your Best Life #AllSummer17 - The Palmetto Peaches

Don’t apologize for living the life you chose.

You’ve earned whatever you’re celebrating. What other people think of your idea of fun has nothing to do with you. Maybe your best life is washing your hair and reading a book–maybe it’s drinking wine out the bottle. If it makes you happy and isn’t harmful to yourself and others–DO IT. Worry about yourself fam.

Here are things I plan to check off my list to help live my best life this summer.

launch my summer arts camp.

This is the year I’m FINALLY beginning the journey of sprinkling art into the lives of Charleston’s youth. The 2-week camp launches in July, so stay tuned for more details!

Take a solo day trip.

A day to myself in a different city would be adventurous, even in a city I’ve visited before.

Attend (at least) 3 festivals

Hangout Fest is 1 out of the 3. Music Midtown is on my list, but I’d like to attend a food or culture related festival too.

How do you plan to live your best life this summer, and every other day of the year?

Ace Siggy--The Palmetto Peaches

The Bachelorette: Let It Be Your Guilty Pleasure

The Bachelorette: Let It Be Your Guilty Pleasure - palmsinatl.comOk ya’ll. We have to talk about this season of The Bachelorette. Now I’m a pretty inconsistent watcher of The Bachelor/ The Bachelorette franchise. I basically decide if I’m going to watch based on who is cast as the lead. I mean sometimes they just choose big douche bags/ f*ckboys — I’m looking at you Juan Pablo! Or the bachelorette is just uninteresting. However, this season is probably the one I’ve been the most excited for and not only because the lead, Rachel Lindsay, is the

first black Bachelorette!

Although, this is important.  The Bachelor began in 2002 and The Bachelorette a year later. Neither show has had a black lead, although one Hispanic man has been the bachelor. Y’all it took 33 seasons –  33 damn seasons!! Interestingly enough, Rachel’s also the oldest (not old though) – she’s only 32. So why is Rachel’s race important?

Black women are often overly sexualized, but not seen as objects of affection or marriage material. There are studies that show black women on online dating sites have the lowest message response rate from men of all races, while being the most likely to reply to men.  To see the beautiful, intelligent, funny, black bachelorette be courted by men of all races vying to be her husband, is such a beautiful reminder for women that look like me that we are desirable and deserve the love we seek.

More about Rachel:

  • Rachel is a lawyer from Dallas.
  • She’s got an adorable dog named Copper… like Copper and Tod from  The Fox and the Hound. 

We’re only two episodes in and while I think you would be thoroughly entertained binge-watching these four hours of greatness, here’s a quick catch-up.  If you plan on watching and don’t want any spoilers here is where you need to stop reading.

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Wordless Wednesday: Hangout Festival 2017

#WordlessWednesday: Hangout Festival 2017

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Music is all we got ?

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Lovers of the light ? @alivecoverage

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Surfin’ USA

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