We love nostalgia

Is it just my generation, or has every generation freaked out about the trinkets of its childhood? I posted a picture of a relic of my youth on Pinterest recently, and in a day or two it had been re-pinned more than 100 times. I understand why. The older I get, the more important that kid junk is to me. It reminds me of a time when neon colors excited me, when love songs on the radio hinted at a romantic future I didn’t understand, when my greatest goal was collecting the entire set of Happy Meals toys.

It seems silly that a picture of perfume would conjure up such feelings — of being hopeful and lovesick and awkward and nervous — but it happens. And so here I’ve collected some of the things that fling me back to a time before I knew anything about anything. See if this works for you, too. (Just a note: This probably works best if you were born in the late 70s or early 80s and grew up as a girl. I have a limited world view.)

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Memories: The family with 16 kids

I came to know and love the Rosenow family in 2007, when I wrote about them for the Cincinnati Enquirer. They’re an incredible group of people, and they’re still growing. Since I wrote this story, they’ve adopted two more children with special needs and are in the process of adopting another little girl. Read more about their ministry here. A warning: You will be touched by their story.

Here’s the 2007 story I wrote:

Meet the Rosenows − all 18 of them
‘We don’t know how we were able to do this’

By Lori Kurtzman
The Cincinnati Enquirer

FAIRFIELD TWP. − Years ago, before life required three refrigerators, triple−bunk beds and four dozen eggs for breakfast, they were just Kathy and Scott.

He was her older brother’s best friend, the quiet, funny guy who seemed to know everything. She was the beautiful younger sister with the dark hair and the great laugh. They clicked. They married a week after her 18th birthday and left Alabama for Maryland, where Scott served in the Navy and Kathy studied to be a dental assistant.

Within four years, the kids started to arrive, Kristen first, then Erin two years later, then Allan. Ryan rounded out the brood four years later.

He would have been the last.

But then Kathy got this wild idea, and Scott eventually gave in.

Both of them sat on their couch nine years ago and watched that first adopted baby roll on the floor, marveling at what lay hidden inside a discarded child, slowly discovering that something lay hidden within them, too.

It all started there.

Continue reading here (a pdf will open).