I tried to download some images from Corel Paint Shop, but I guess I bought the wrong program. I am tired of trying to show you some YOUNG photos.
Instead you get my earliest memory.
I asked Mom once who lived across the field, no one, she said. I said yes, we use to walk across here and go to a house. No, yes, we did.
We went to see a man and women. The room was L-shaped. I would visit with the man and you would sit in the living room talking with the woman. Mom said, that was so-n-so, they have been gone a long time and the house too. But Mom, I remember.
I described the quilt, the man in a bed in the small part of the L and I knew he was sick. The man and I talked as I sat on the bed and he was laying down.
Mom had a strange look on her face when she said, you can't remember that, you were only six months old!
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Good morning - Vickie here from Sand Flat Farm. I found your blog through Juniper's. I am enjoying reading about your farm. You sound like a busy gal! I've gotta get ready for work, but I'll be back to visit. Stop by and see me sometime!
Now that one gave me goosebumps. I can't even remember much about my first grade of school and I was 5 almost 6 years old.
Nothing wrong with your memory! Amazing. My mom is always tellin' me I was too young to remember what I do but never have I had a memory from diaper days!
Enjoy your day, Gail!!!
Amazing! You remind me of my husband who could always rattle off his kindergarten and first grade teachers etc. and I cannot remember mine at all.
Let me leave you with this thought. It used to bother me that I could not remember so many things that he could until I read somewhere that we who don't remember have the most important things of life pushing these little details out and don't have room for stuff like that:)
Amazing! My earliest memory is not so peacefull. I wish I didn't have it.
Gail...that is neat.
I too remember some things-of comfort I happily say- from the crib. Not as detailed as yours but when I described them to mom...she told me how it went and they matched. It is kinda cool...a soothing memory for me.
KK
that post...gives one something to think about..doesn't it! It's scarey some times when jumps into our minds about our past..where have those thoughts been stored?
I don't remember my earliest memory! LOL!
That is downright amazing!
That's awesome to remember something like that. My sister has that gift, but I can hardley remember what happened a few years ago. Bet you can remember what color dresses you had for Easter and all those things too. Thanks for stopping by my blog today.
That is great you have a memory of that time. I have very few.
I remember some things pre 5 years of age as we moved to my Grandfather's farm then for a while and my memories are of little episodes at my birth place..not from such an early age as yours, though. spooky!!!
Love your poem/story about the feather.
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