All the kids – well, I don’t know about the girls in the family, but all the boys – worked in my grandfather’s office in the summers and maybe on weekends once in a while, so they saw how he operated. They saw how he treated people. They saw the kinds of people he rubbed elbows with.
I worked during summers on the foreign exchange desk as a dollar/yen broker for Noonan, Astley & Pierce. I used to write the chairman notes about how he could improve his business. And I met Bernie Cantor through this job.
My grandma had a kids’ clothing store for over 30 years called Shannon and Company, and my sisters and I used to go and work there in the summers.
I used to spend summers with my Granma in Louisiana; Crowley, LA.
My grandma had a kids’ clothing store for over 30 years called Shannon and Company, and my sisters and I used to go and work there in the summers.
As a child in South Carolina, I spent summers like so many children – sitting on my grandparents’ back porch with my siblings, spitting watermelon seeds into the garden or, even worse, swallowing them and trembling as my older brother and sister spoke of the vine that was probably already growing in my belly.
When I was in grad school, my husband and I used to house sit for a couple in Harvard Square, so we have these amazing memories of great Cambridge summers.
I hope to devote all of my spare time, which ordinarily would go to research, my summers, and every ounce of strength I can muster to further the project.
My paternal grandfather worked in the mill all his life. My father worked in the mill almost his whole life. I worked in the mill while I was going to college in the summers. And then, for one stretch, I quit school and worked one year.
There’s a Diebenkorn painting – ‘Ocean Park No. 68’ – that is the color of a swimming pool and always reminds me of summers at the beach.
Although I grew up in London, I spent summers in Missouri, where my dad lived. It’s quite a liberal town, Kansas City. You’d be surprised.
I was a garbage man in New Jersey in summers during college at Yale. Everybody else got to go to Switzerland and I got to go to the dump.
I envisioned that as my life: staying in academia to make a living and then taking summers off to write my novels.
When I was a boy, one of my uncles had a cabin on a lake in Wisconsin. My family went there for parts of three summers, and I loved it!
When I was growing up I spent a lot of time at the Boys and Girls Club so I try to partner a lot with them to promote reading in the summers.
In the seasons of life, I have had more than my share of summers.
I played against Kobe a lot when I was in high school during the summers, even in college, just being that guy in L.A. coming up. He always gave me advice here and there, and even the smallest things stuck with me. I watched every single thing that Kobe did, every game, every move. He made me a student of the game.
I worked at Big 5 Sporting Goods, selling shoes and stuff like that, for a couple of summers.
In summers, while growing up in India, we often slept in the courtyard under the stars.
When I lived summers at my grandparents’ farm, haying with my grandfather from 1938 to 1945, my dear grandmother Kate cooked abominably. For noon dinners, we might eat three days of fricasseed chicken from a setting hen that had boiled twelve hours.
I have an enormous family because I’m from Montreal and my family’s Catholic, so my dad has eight siblings and they all have kids and we all grew up in the same property on weekends and summers.
I don’t think there’s a more battle-hardened veteran anywhere than Larry Summers.
In the summer of 1982, like most summers, I spent most every day at the Columbia Country Club in Chevy Chase, Maryland, swimming and practicing diving.
I grew up with parents who were English professors at Wichita State University, and we were more liberal-minded as a family than most of the people I hung out with in Wichita. During summers, we went off to Telluride, Colorado, where I’ve returned every summer since I was born.
I lived in New York my whole life. Like every New Yorker, I have stories about spending summers on the Jersey shore, riding the roller coaster in Seaside that is now famous for that sickening photo of it being washed out to sea.
Despite the characterization of some that teaching is an easy job, with short hours and summers off, the fact is that successful, dedicated teachers in the U.S. work long hours for little pay and, in many cases, insufficient support from their leadership.
I’m from Manchester, Mass., so it was lobster, lobster and more lobster! Also, lots of fish that we caught in the summers, clam chowder and roast beef sandwiches. But my mom was pretty healthy; we had a lot of chicken and broccoli and rice as well.
Growing up in Alaska, they don’t really teach you to swim there. I learned to swim just a few summers ago with Olympic gold medalist Amanda Beard. She did great, and right after that I went to get scuba certified. I had fun with it. I didn’t really get scared, but some people thought that was a risk.
I spent two summers managing the Midland Angels.
I’ve lived in so many different countries over the years. I spent most of my early life in the UK, five years in Germany and summers in Austria before moving to Paris.
Although I grew up in London, I spent summers in Missouri, where my dad lived. It’s quite a liberal town, Kansas City. You’d be surprised.
I love feminine soft shades for summers – I like pastels and bright hues, too. I like summer dresses and tank tops; I think they never go out of style. As much as I’m happy with Western wear for red carpet and social dos, I also like Indian ethnic wear for special occasions.
I grew up in Colorado and spent my summers in Montana as a ranch hand.
My first outdoor cooking memories are full of erratic British summers, Dad swearing at a barbecue that he couldn’t put together, and eventually eating charred sausages, feeling brilliant.
My poor children have been the subject of all of my experiments. We’re still doing what I call ‘Amish summers’ where I turn off all electronics and pack away all their computers and stuff and watch them scream for a while until they settle down into, like, an electronic-free summer.
Being in Australia, I was really sun conscious. For a couple of summers there, I did the baby oil thing, and my my mom said, ‘Just don’t. You’ll regret it.’
When I was little, I grew up in a place called Hertfordshire, which is just near London, but out in the country, and I visited Pakistan in the summers to go and see my family on my dad’s side.
