The other night, we were eating with the Huttons, and the topic of our earliest memory came up. Andy, Robert, and Jackie all have very early memories, but mine doesn't come to mind until I am about 4 or 5 years old. I know that I have a lot of memories of that time in my life, because my mom did a lot with me; taking me to school to help sort beans with the cafeteria ladies while she gathered school news for the local paper, and stuff like that, but before then, there aren't any memories.
So, when does your earliest memory pop up? Let me know....
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Niagara Falls, Sept. 2012
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Niagara Falls, Sept. 2012
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- After 29 years of teaching children, I am now retired.... What to do now with the rest of my life is undecided and exciting; but for now, no decisions need to be made. I have a new outlook on life, and the future is bright - so, let's go!!
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It is the marking time that is an issue with how early was my earliest memory and the one that I know exactly how old I was is this one.
My sister went to school for the very first time in her life, 1st grade. When we got home from driving her to school I went to my room I shared with Linda and got in the closet, rearranged it and played with my dolls my uncle sent me from Japan. I moved everything in the closet so I could close the door and play. I had so much fun and I know it was because I was the boss for the first time in my life. But when Linda got home she was not happy. She fussed alot. The next day I remember doing it all again.
Linda is 3 years and 7 months older than I am. So I know I had just turned 3. I believe I have earlier memories but can not mark the time like this one.
One of my earliest memories was when I was about 4 and my dad was in charge of a summer recreation program. There was an indoor pool that he taught swimming lessons in and lifeguarded. I remember swimming on my back and I was real nervous making little whistling noises as I swam because I was so scared. I also remember that summer having to empty the whole pool ( and it was a big pool ) because my brother had pooped in the pool, so it had to be drained. I remember playing in the bottom as it was filling back up. That was fun. I have a lot of good memories with my dad.
I have a very vague memory of being taken to the outhouse during a thunderstorm. It probably isn't a true memory because I'm sure we had slop jars for emergencies. (My grandmother used hers at night until she died even though they had indoor plumbing and the bathroom was next to her bedroom!)We were living on my grandparents property, Dad was working in Alaska and my brother was still living at home, so I must have been less than two. I have other snippets of memory but I really don't start remembering much until we moved to Texas when I was 7. Does that mean that my life really began when I became a Texan?
I have snippets, too. Like sitting on a kitchen chair in Brookshire watching Smudge play waiting for Dad to get home from work. Random, I know. Then there's pieces of reading in the big barrels at Lad'n Lassie and the Thanksgiving lunch. But a full fledged memory would be singing on the stage in Kindergarten to I Heard it Through the Grapevine in a black trash bag and Leondro Gonzales pushing me out of the way... So weird the things we remember.
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