Early Childhood Memories

I was thinking about my childhood the other day and I began to remember many things I had long forgotten. I then tried to think back as far as I could and I recalled two memories from when I was very small.

Memory #1

I was around 4 years old and in nursery school. I remember having apple juice and graham crackers for snacks. I remember crying a lot because I felt lost. I also wanted to ride one of the tricycles that the other children got to ride, but for some reason, I was not allowed. I feel like something significant happened there because to this day, the smell of apple juice brings me back to that nursery school and makes me want to hurl. I wish I could remember more. Maybe I shouldn’t…

Memory #2

I think I must’ve been around 5 or 6 when my mom and dad and I went to Missouri to visit one of my mom’s relatives. I remember a teenage girl nicknamed “Butter” and she had bright red hair. She was always looking at herself in the mirror and fixing her hair. I looked up to her at the time. She seemed so sophisticated! I wanted to be just like her! I remember an older woman, whom I adored because she was so kind and loving. She was always cooking something delicious! She reminded me of Hazel, The Witch, a book that I had read myself or had someone else read to me. I can’t remember which. I’m pretty sure we were on a farm but the only animals I remember are pigs. I laugh now but back then I stood on a hill and threw rocks down below at the pigs in a pen. Poor little pigs. I wonder where everyone else was when I was doing this? Were they not watching me? I could have wandered off and got lost or hurt myself, being a little girl not used to country life.

How far back can you remember?

Sleep Walking

Have you ever walked in your sleep? I have never…but my daughter did in her pre-teen and early teen years.

She would get up after a couple of hours of sleep, while I was still up watching tv. She always had a glassy-eyed look on her face and was in what seemed to be zombie mode. She would just walk into the living room and plop down beside me on the couch as if everything was perfectly normal. I’d say to her, “Are you ok?” No reply. Just a glassy-eyed stare and weird smile. This continues for several minutes.

“Are you hungry?” No reply. Just a glassy-eyed stare and weird smile.

“Do you feel ok?” No reply. Just a glassy-eyed stare and weird smile.

“Did you have a bad dream?” No reply. Just a glassy-eyed stare and weird smile.

“Do you have to pee?” No reply. Just a glassy-eyed stare and weird smile.

I tell her, “Get up and GO PEE!” She gets up to go to the bathroom. When she comes back she goes immediately to her room. As she passes, I say, “Goodnight.” She replies, “Goodnight.”

When asked about it the next morning, she’d never remember.

Do you have any funny sleepwalking stories? I’d love to hear them!

Throwback Thursday

In 2017, my Smokie was still with us. She lived to be 15.5 years old. She had a rough life after being hit by a car or kicked by a cow (not really sure what happened to her) when she was only about 2 years old. She was mostly blind after that accident. Her sniffer still worked, though!

Here she is waiting for a bite of my lunch. She knew I was eating chicken! 

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Mrs. Brown

I was reminded this morning of a woman I knew as a child. I was a mere 9 years old and in the Girl Scouts, or maybe it was Brownies. It’s been quite a number of years so my memory is a bit foggy.

Mrs. Brown worked at the elementary school as a yard duty lady. She also volunteered to transport us girls when the Girl Scouts (or Brownies) went on field trips. She was a very nice woman and she was easy to talk to. She loved all of the kids and didn’t play favorites. She was very pretty, at least in my 9 year old mind. Maybe she wasn’t so pretty. The memory thing, you know. But there’s one thing I do remember quite clearly and that was Mrs. Brown’s daughter.

I don’t recall the girl’s name but she was a year behind me. Please know that I feel absolutely awful thinking this but that girl was hideous! She was the ugliest kid I had ever seen! She was skinny with crooked legs and crooked teeth. One of her eyes was a bit cock-eyed which I learned years later was commonly referred to as lazy eye. Her long brown hair looked as though she never brushed it, complete with what we called a ‘rat’s nest’. She was so ugly even a 9 year old girl like me recognized it.

Now don’t go being all bitchy at me for this because a) I was just a little girl and b) I was nice to her. I tried to hang with her on the playground because she didn’t have any friends. She seemed to be very sad all the time so I did things and said things to make her laugh. One day, I snuck a comb and hair pick out of the house (because they were my mother’s) and brought them to school so I could comb the ugly little girl’s hair. I shudder to think that we could have gotten lice but I had no idea at the time!

At recess, I brought out the comb and pick and started grooming myself and the ugly little girl said, “Hey, that’s neat. Is it a comb?” She was referring to the hair pick and I told her what it was called. I asked her if she wanted me to do her hair and that we could play hairdresser! She was thrilled. So, I combed her hair…little by little, first with the pick and then with the comb and then with the pick and so on and so on. This took 2 recesses but her hair was combed and I actually had the forethought to grab a rubber band out of my desk before the second recess so I could braid the ugly little girl’s hair. She was so proud of her braided hair and I told her she was pretty; I think she felt pretty, too.

I snuck the comb and pick back into the house when I got home from school that day and put them in a weird place so my mom would find them and wonder how they got there. I found out my mom went nuts looking for that hair pick because that’s what she used on her permed hair! I laughed to myself because I visualized my mom frantically looking for that damn pick and most likely all day long! I could tell when she found the comb and pick because I could hear her laugh from across the house. I pretended to not have a care in the world and ran outside to play!

Anyway, this morning I heard this song on the radio as I skipped through the channels and I couldn’t help but think of Mrs. Brown and her ugly little daughter. Of course, the words I heard in my head as the song played were, “Mrs. Brown, you’ve got an ugly daughter!” Enjoy the song!

Throwback Thursday

I’ve been trying to think of something to write about today. But then it happened. My son came over to mow and do some much needed yard work because Goddess knows I am unable to do it and Dad shouldn’t be out in the heat.

When my favorite son was finished he was famished and I just happened to have made some homemade burritos the day before. (The last time I called him my favorite son, I was reamed a new one for playing favorites! Hello, he is my ONLY son!) While he ate I got to thinking about him as a kid, growing up and becoming a man.

He wouldn’t like his photos being seen by everyone so I decided to just share one of my chubby little one year old boy literally shoved in that little tub, and one of the two of us at his graduation!

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Of course, he’s in his 30’s now, married to a lovely young lady and they have a little boy together. I’m very proud to be his mom. He just about gave me a few heart attacks growing up, but that’s normal, right?