I don’t have very many memories from my early childhood, only a few outstanding ones. The first memory I have is when I was three years old. We lived in Waterloo, Iowa and someone gave me a live, white bunny! I loved my bunny! I carried him all around. I don’t remember putting him down but I’m sure I did at meal times and bed time. I didn’t have him long though because one morning when I went to get him he had died during the night! I cried and cried and cried. I don’t know how old I am in this picture but I think I look about three. I’m adding it because I’ve been told I cried no matter what they did to make me smile! So they covered my mother with a blanket and I’m sitting on her lap! But I don’t remember it!
One day I fell going up the steps to the front porch. I bit my tongue. It was a bad bite and it bled and bled. It’s strange I don’t remember it because Mother has told how badly I hurt and bled. I still have the cut on my tongue after all these years! So I know it happened but I don’t remember it!
Another memory was one evening my parents had to go somewhere so a friend came to stay with us kids. I remember we took all the cushions off the sofa and chairs and made a playhouse! I think Mother probably wouldn’t allow us to make such a mess in the living room but Daddy’s friend played along with us! We had such fun!
I remember being introduced to some friends of my dad. I must have been about four. I’ve always remembered the look of pride on my dad’s face as he said, “This is Anita, my little daughter!”
I can still hear my Great-Aunt Ina reciting “O Captain, My Captain.” She put such expression into it! But I didn’t know where we were when she recited it until just a few years ago my sister told me she and another great-aunt had come to visit us in Des Moines for a couple of weeks. I don’t remember that! I must have been about four.
I was four when I was a flower girl. That was a mighty important occasion for me! Do I remember it? NO! I remember being told about it but I don’t have any memories of the day or of the experience!
I remember my sister, Lorraine, playing school with Mother’s spice cans and buttons from Mother’s button can! I can even see her!
I could tell you lots of stories from my early childhood but they’d be stories that have been told to me. I started school in Des Moines but I don’t remember it! I’ve written lots of stories from my childhood so I don’t think I’ll repeat them here. If you’re a reader of my blog you’ve probably read them!
My memory opened up when we made our big move to Covington, Oklahoma! It was the summer of 1946. A big moving van moved our furniture. And my mind opened up! The moving van was Kessell’s Moving Van with a slogan written on the truck: Don’t Cuss…Call Us! We were a family that didn’t even use slang words! The driver’s wife rode with him, they were a very kind and friendly couple!
What about you? When did your memory wake up? I think my memory was rather lazy in my early years! But I have really enjoyed all the stories my family has told me!