 I was thinking last night about what my first memories of childhood were. I can remember a wooden red wagon, small, would hold my doll. I remember a cat that would let me cover him with dirt, my brother coming home from the hospital, riding in an ambulance with my dad driving it. That is how mom went and came home from the hospital. Now these are only flashes of memories. The above ones were when I was about 3. We lived on a small farm and daddy worked a service station about 1/2 mile from the house. This was in Ft Smith. I briefly remember marching in my backyard to the high school band. The band practiced marching in he streets by the school and would sometimes come with in a block or so of our house. I know I was 4 then. Mom told me once that I sang "I'm Looking Over A Four Leaf Clover" to the top of my lungs when the school band played it in their practice. I remember dad being gone for a long time. Learned later in life that he went ot Col. to work in a logging company for 6 months. Sometimes I wonder if my early memories are really memories or what mom told me. I can see the red wagon and the cat, the service station etc. There was a bar across the blvd from the station that played loud music sometimes and mom said that I would sing right along with the songs. Oh well as long as I remember that I remember who cares. Lee Doug thinks its strange,that I can remember what happened, when I was a child but can't remember what he said yesterday. LOL Barbara My first authentic memory is trying to get my penny out of the defrost slot of our 1937 Ford that was parked on the street in front of the drug store in Cement Oklahoma. That was in 1944 and I was 3. The last 20 years I have spent trying to separate the false memories from the true memories. We all hear so many stories from our family it is hard to decide what we remember or which memory was implanted. Wayne I CAN REMEMBER CLEARLY ABOUT 2 THINGS BEFORE I WAS 5.I REMEMBER RIDING IN A CAR IN A SNOW STORM HELPING MOTHER KEEP IT BETWEEN THE TELEPHONE POLES BY STANDING UP IN THE SEAT AND LEANING INTO THE WINDSHILD TO SEE.NO SEATBELTS THEN.I ALSO REMEMBR WHEN I ALMOST DROWNED.MOTHER SAID I WAS 3 THEN. Shirley I have some memories as far back as 2. We lived in several different homes in our home town before my parents finally bought a house. and I remember where my younger brother and sister were born, in turn I relate my memories to where we lived. I remember before my sister was born we lived down the road from a restaurant, and in the back was a big garage where they housed the fire engine. I remember the whistle blowing and then the siren on the fire engine when it was coming out of the garage, Scared me to death, and I would run in the house. Then we moved later, my sister was born, I was 3 years older than her. I remember my Dad was on the police dept. then Police car was a Model A or T, don't know but I remember him having to crank it in the front to get it started and one time he put me in the seat and told me to pull on the choke when he cranked it. Haha, no other houses on the street. couple years later, moved again. then my brother was born, I was 5. He was last child and only son. Had 5 girls. One night my Mom sent me out in the garden to get a watermelon. It seemed really big, I was carrying it in my arms, and all of a sudden a snake came crawling up over it, I screamed, dropped the watermelon and run like the devil in the house. Scared me. Remember going to school, In first grade, the first few weeks, my sister had to drag me on the sidewalk, cause I hated it. Cried every day until my teacher, Mrs. Sullivan took me into the second grade and that teacher, Mrs. Bevan sat me on her desk and told me when I stopped crying, I could go back to my room. Wow, all those kids looked so big, and they all were laughing. I finally stopped, and never cried again. Decided it must have been the school, Years later when my kids went to that school, I still got that eerie feeling when I went in there. My gosh, I could go on and on. I can really remember lots of things. Yes, ask me anything that happened 65, 70 years ago, but don't ask me what I did last week. LOL. no recollection. Vi |
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