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Java Talk: First Childhood Memory


 

I've known some people who have an amazing ability to recall things at a very young age. I'm not one of them. After my first memory, things are sketchy for a period of years.

My first memory was of meeting my mother and older sister and younger brother. They were brought to my great-grandmother's house by my great-aunt, older sister of my maternal grandmother. 

My mother was a child born of rape, for my grandmother was mentally incapacitated. I'm told my mother left home at a fairly young age and met my father, a man much older, who she married. 

I was about three or possibly four when this visit occurred. And the whole thing was fraught with the anxiety that my great-grandmother did not want any of them there, and did not hide her anger. 

She did not want me to play with the children that I did not understand were my siblings. I never understood exactly why, but she hated my mother. 

Possibly it could have been because my mother and father sold me to pay the rent when I was six weeks old, then took off with my sister. Perhaps this was so shameful that my great-grandmother would never forgive her. Perhaps it was because she was the constant reminder of my mother's conception, thus my grandmother's rape.

I had the tendency to go and kneel before an old trunk in a barn-like structure to sift through the old photographs inside. It was filled with old photos, but I always went back to find the same one.

I would take a photo of the little girl inside and ask my great-grandmother who she was, and she would become angry and not answer me. Still I kept trying until I was much older and figured it out.


I was close to my teen years when I found out that my grandmother was in fact my grandmother. I shared a bed with her in our little one bedroom house. But I really wasn't sure who she was. I thought maybe she was the housekeeper. For she did most of the chores.

And everyone kept quiet. Something like this back in the late sixties was not talked about. In fact was hidden in a small town.

Many of you know this story. 

Children have difficulty processing events when they're very young. And so some things remain an anxiety-filled "half-memory" that hovers over them, stuck in their brain. 

I will add here that my mother, to my knowledge, gave birth to six children. And managed to lose them all. I, in fact, was the luckiest of them all. And I did not come out of all this unscathed.

I was to meet her only three times during the course of my life. I have no idea if she is still alive or dead. I met her that first time, again when I was about 18, and the last time when my girls were young.

This is just my first memory. Many of you I'm sure have very common first memories, such as riding a bike or sleeping with a beloved stuffed animal. Many of you have happy memories.

I'd love to have you share them. Heading off to get my coffee. 






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  1. We lived with my grandparents until I was three so since these early memories are at that house I know I was young. One was falling down the steps...must have been napping upstairs because when I fell down, the grownups were all awake and came rushing over to me.
    My great-aunt lived next door ( rural setting then...they had a farm of sorts ) and I remember running over there alot. I played with her dutch boy and girl salt and pepper shakers, she had a button jar that I loved, and she told me stories. There were rabbits, they grew strawberries, and he had beehives.
    Back at my grandparents, there was a stream at the far end of the property and my grandfather had built a fish pond. I was enamored with and had a crush on the other neighbor's boy, who had a pet crow, Blackie. Blackie would let you pet him and such. One cold day I had a little red hat on and Blackie came and pecked my head and that was the end of my crush on Blackie AND his master! :) I remember being very sad when we moved from there, to our own house, though my grandparents later sold that place and built a house on an adjoining acre where we'd moved to. So these would all be between the ages of 2 and 3.

    Whoever that little girl was in the picture she was a beautiful child / most likely your mom when she was little, I would think?

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    1. This, that is one of two photos I have of my mother. The other is her as a young adult with my father. I believe my grandfather must have been Indian. Your memories sound fun. I know it was serious at the time, but the crow story is hilarious!

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    2. My grandfather always told me that he was Indian, born on a stump, and was 39 years old. :)

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  2. Although I knew most of your story, after reading your post my earliest memory seems trite. I wish, as you said, your first memory was of sleeping with a favorite stuffed animal. You've had so many challenges to overcome and you've done just that as well as anyone could expect.

    Thank you for sharing such personal memories with your readers.

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    1. Oh, please share! I know my memory is going to be vastly different. It's just the only one I have.

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  3. Brenda, I have memories of being afraid to listen to a small record that had the sound of a lion on it.. I was about three and the lion's roar frightened me..
    I also have memories of going to the grocery store with my Mom and not staying with her. She went on ahead of me. I guess parents didn't worry about their children being kidnapped like they do today. . In those days they had telephone booths in the store and I went in one, closed the door and didn't know how to get out.. I pushed the folding door and it wouldn't open.. I didn't know to pull the middle of the door.. I remember people walking by and looking at me (I was crying) and they didn't do anything to help me get out.. I think my Mom started looking for me and got me out of that "dang box".. I was, maybe, seven or eight..
    My parents and I went to town for something on a Christmas Eve.. We went past a home and my Mom said "Oh, my goodness" there is Santa going in that front door" "We'll have to hurry and get home before he comes to our house. I didn't see that Santa but really got excited about the thought of him being so close. I was probably the same age as the telephone booth incident..
    I was visiting my Grandmother and Aunt in Mathews County, Virginia.. They lived on a river, I believe it was the East River. I went wading in the muddy river water, where my Aunt would put a boat in to go crabbing or fishing.. I found a crab that was limp, not in a hard shell and I thought it was dead.. I took in to show my Aunt and she said I had found a soft shelled crab. She cooked it for me and I thought it was the best thing I had ever eaten.. I was about eleven or twelve..
    Back then, in the 50s, women didn't talk about that time of the month, sex, how babies were made or anything else.. My Mom came to me one day with a box wrapped in brown paper.. I thought I was getting a new pair of shoes.. Nope, it was a box of Kotex. She also gave me a book called "Growing up" and told me to read it.. I was twelve and during that summer I needed to use one of those things, I did not want to. What an experience that was..
    From then on life seemed to be just ordinary.. I took trips to see my Aunts, Uncles and cousins in New York State.. My Dad took us all to Niagra Falls. That was beautiful.
    So much water has gone under that bridge since my childhood.. I wouldn't want to go back and do it over again, but I can say that I had wonderful parents. No brothers or sisters.
    I have to go to my dentist today.. That's something I hated to do when I was a kid and it's my least favorite thing to do now.. I have a good dentist though so don't know why I worry about going.
    Have a wonderful day.
    Charlotte

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    1. I love your memories! They are so clear. All of mine are vague and muddied. My ex was born in Niagara Falls. It just amazes me that others have memories with details.

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    2. Same here about sex and getting your period! I thought babies came out of belly buttons until I learned the 'facts of life' at around period-time and then i was just revolted! ( no baby brothers and no penis sightings whatsoever so i was in shock! :)

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  4. I don't know why I don't remember things from very early in my life but I don't, the memories that I have start when I am about 5 years old or so when one of my grandfather's died and we traveled about 3+ hours to go to the funeral and stay with my grandmother for a week. I remember a big house and having two overstuffed chairs pushed together to make a bed for me to sleep in LOL - this was back in about 1960, grandma ran a boarding house so there were several people there the family didn't know, I remember a house with a lot of rooms and french doors in the house closing rooms off and outside a big stair way that we played on - weird broken up memories - last year I was actually able to visit this town - Ashland WI for the first time since 1960 - we had the address and drove past it and of course it didn't look anything like I remembered! the outside staircase was even different - what was I remembering I wondering? In that same time period I remember being in the hospital - I had been pushed off my bike when I was just turned 6 and spent 6 weeks in the hospital recovering from a broken hip of all things at such a young age - but it was a good thing it happened as it was discovered I had rheumatic fever which if left untreated would have lead to heart problems.

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    1. I know that when I go back to see things I saw earlier in life, they're much smaller than I remembered. So maybe your memory was steeped in what a child saw, and then later you saw it as an adult and it seemed different.

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  5. Brenda ~ I'm so sorry you had to go through all that.

    If I may be so bold, I would like to offer you a great big cyber hug ~~~

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    1. Well, I very much appreciate that. But it's like when people ask me if I miss my mother. I say: "I don't know what it was like to have a parent, so no, I don't miss her." You can't really miss what you never had. Except in what it might have given you. But then, you never will know what it would have given you in terms of nurturing.

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  6. My gosh, I had no idea. I was gasping over and over reading this. Brenda, you are truly amazing. I have good memories of my childhood and bad. First memory: the neighbor who happened to be a canine officer, had her dog tethered to a tiny stake and she was gardening in her yard. I happened to be on skates and skated into her yard on the grass, asking for her daughter to play. The German Shepard bolted toward me, off that little stake and bit me under the armpit. I remember my mother was hysterical in the emergency room because (and this is clear as day) the owner, the police officer, could not find a record of rabies vacination. The year was 1971 and I was five years old. I still have that little scar in my armpit and I am deathly afraid of all German Shepards and really large dogs in general. They found the rabies record. That was my first real memory of my childhood.

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    1. Often it will be something traumatic that you recall. Other times it will be something unremarkable and innocuous. It was the path your life traveled.

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  7. Brenda, I know that I am not that much older than you...but after reading this, I want to hold you like a daughter should be held. It breaks my heart. Brenda, You are a strong woman because of all this. I do not have great memories, but they pale compared to yours. May God bless you with many good memories to over shadow those old ones. xoxo,Susie

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    1. Yet, mine pale in comparison to so many others. It's all relative, isn't it? I don't recall these things and feel sad. They are just part of my life or what I was told was my life.

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  8. My first memory is of picking up my mom and baby sister from the hospital. I remember they let me hold her all the way home. I was only 3 almost 4 years old. I still treasure that memory and that same feeling washes over me.

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  9. Aw, how sweet! I suppose you remind her of this some times.

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  10. I don't really remember much around 3 or 4, but older. I think one is of my cat Blackie, she was long haired and black o course, and I'd hand sew her a little dress or two. Very stylish. I had an alcoholic father, and some of those memories aren't' so great, although I loved him to pieces. I'd get car sick every time we went somewhere! I did spend summers at the lake in my teens and loved that, such fun roaming around with other kids staying out there too. That was when we could wander off and do as we wanted!

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  11. Yes, and now parents are helicopter parents and kids don't get to wander! Not that that's a bad thing.

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  12. I was 2. I know this because I still had a crib, and when my brother was born, he got the crib. The first memory is sitting in my high chair facing the breakfast table and staring at the knotty pine paneling. My mom was on the phone behind me, talking forever, and could/would not let me out. I wanted out! The other memory was my 2 yr old birthday cake with a plastic dollin it and the dress was icing. Later, I got the doll and wanted to display it in my room. I wanted to put it on the light switch ..but of course this was impossible. I tried to climb my crib to reach it. I have been decorating ever since.

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    1. Oh my God! What recall you have!

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    2. Yes, I sort of have a "photographic memory" as it is loosely called. It drives everyone nuts because they sort of remember, but not to that degree.

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  13. My first memory goes back to when I was still in my crib when we lived in Germany. But this week, for some strange reason, I've been depressed and sad. Hurtful memories have been coming back to me. Memories of adults saying unkind things to me. Things you couldn't say in this day and age with without getting the crap knocked out of you. Some were complete strangers. Others were school teachers. It's left me feeling dumped on....all my life. :(

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    1. I'm sorry, Pat. That sure sucks. I can't imagine being able to remember something from the time you're in a crib. Amazing!

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  14. I actually have a lot of early memories, but not sure which one is the first. I think it was probably when I was two. I remember climbing up on my grandfather's bed. I was his favorite and he wanted to see me one last time before he died. xo Laura

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    1. Well, that's a sad memory. But at least you have a memory of him alive I guess. I guess that's a good thing.

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  15. Brenda, thank you for sharing your stories. I have said before that you are an inspiration in more than pretty decorating or frugal living. You have just kept moving forward toward a better life.
    We moved from a big town to a small one before I was 3, and I remember my first home quite well. It was a little cottage/bungalow built in the 30's. There was a big backyard with a high wooden fence covered with the red rose, Paul's Scarlett. I know the name because my mom carried those roses with her into the yard of every house we lived in, and there were about 7 before I was 8 years old. I remember swinging in the yard, the cabbage rose curtains in the living room, the Venetian blinds, the red and yellow kitchen and of course the sand box in the back yard. I remember the people next door. I was the only kid around the area, so I was pretty spoiled. When we moved to my Grandparents, my Uncle came with his cattle truck, he and Mom loaded everything in the back. Mom held my sister in her arms, and I held my goldfish in a jar and rode in the cab of the truck the hour and a half trip to Grandma's house. When we stopped and my uncle opened the tail gate of the truck my black tom cat jumped out and took off like a streak. It was two weeks before he found me again, and both of us were so happy at that reunion. There were lots of things not talked about in our family, at least stuff that wasn't supposed to be said in front of kids. But I was the kind of kid tried to be invisible. If I was quiet and out of the way and seeming to be busy reading or something, the adults would forget I was there, so I knew most of the family secrets. Not the I was eavesdropping, I was in plain site. My mother had been divorced and had lost a baby, and an aunt and uncle had had such a fight that tho they managed to farm together, they did not sleep in the same house, and I knew what the fight was about. There were children that had been abandoned and taken in by my grandparents. There was some spousal abuse, the abusers didn't stay around long. I believe that holding onto all the secrets is very destructive. The truth is much easier to live with than a void.

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    1. I agree. The truth is much easier than a void. Wow, I can't believe you remember all that so clearly.

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    2. It's been fun to come back later in the day and read some of these and Klyn / such a descriptive writer! I could see it all!

      And Brenda...the red and yellow kitchen and cabbage rose curtains...I thought of you reading about this color scheme : )

      And yes the truth is better.

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  16. I had a very blessed and wonderful childhood. We lived in the same home my whole life. I remember as a very young person, on Saturday nights going down town on Main Street in front of the department stores. We didn't have a TV and the big department store down town would leave their TVs on facing the street. People would come down there and sit and visit and watch TV - no sound, just action. We children would all play and sometimes stop and watch the miracle of the TV. We had many, many children on our neighborhood and while our folks would sit outside in the evenings, we played tag, hide and seek and various other games. Every family in our neighborhood had 3-4 children, so we had a lot of friends to play with. I remember Dad building us a playhouse, playing in the ditch at the end of the street when it rained and catching crawdads, having clubs and we even did a neighborhood newspaper at one time.

    I realize that my childhood was one of many blessings. My Mom was always at home and my Nana lived with us and we just had such a wonderful time all together. I had my three sisters who were all a year and a half apart so we all played together all the time. It breaks my heart to think of others who haven't had this kind of childhood and this kind of parents. Brenda, your memories just make me want to cry. I know it has made you a stronger person. I can't imagine what you would have been had you had a loving upbringing. You've come up on top tho. Congratulations.

    Judy

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  17. My first memories started when I was two. We lived halfway between Calgary Alberta and Banff Alberta. Just about where the mountains start. We had a small black dog who wad a nuisance. My mother always dressed me in red because it is easy to see in the trees. I had a red sweater with an hood. The dog would run between my legs, catch the hood and I was stuck till someone rescued me. My next memory is about the same time and I would go to the house next door and point at the cookie jar. The lady would give me one and I would point agsin. I would get another one yhen give it to the dog. A couple of months after this, my father left the cover off the rain barrel. I can remember thinking how pretty it was with the sun shining in the water. I remember trying to breath and trying to figure out why I couldn't get out. My brother who wad always abdorbed in projects did hear me. Callef our mother. I then remember layng on my stomach in the crib. I had rags in my hair. I wanted to get ip but remember her telling me I had to lsy there till all the water drained out. I was two when all this happened.

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    1. You have memories that include so much information! I can't remember anything like that. Amazing.

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  18. That is a very sad story, Brenda. I think my earliest memory was taking a train to Seattle from Madison, Wisc. I remember my paternal grandfather waving good-bye to my mother, twin sister, younger brother and me. We were going to meet my dad in Seattle so we could all be together as he finished up his Korean tour of duty. (We would live in Seattle for six months.) I remember the sleeping berth of that train and the large lounge car, which was the last car on the train. It had lots of windows. But mostly I remember that we children were terrified of passing from one car to another because it vibrated so much. My mother had to carry us one at a time from car to car! I was three years old when we took this trip.

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    1. I wonder why certain things become our first memories over other things? I need to do some research on this, it's so interesting!

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  19. Hi, Miss Brenda! My very first memory, unfortunately, was not a happy, smiling time either. I was four years old and my first memory was when my sister-in-law, Emma Kate, was hit by a car and killed. My next big memory was when I was five years old. My brother-in-law's brother, Hank, got hit by a car and killed. It happened almost to the day my sister-in-law was killed one year later. In fact, the first anniversary of her death was the next day after Hank got killed. I have fleeting memories in between that year, but those two events are what stands out the most.

    Carol

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    1. Two memories so closely related. And so tragic.

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  20. Oh my...this has brought back a flood of memories for me...and like others, I'm not sure which ones were the first...I remember when I was five my friend and I were on the front porch playing. Somehow my hand ended up going through a glass storm door. We only had one vehicle at the time and my dad had it at work that day (sometimes my mom would drive him and go get him when his shift was over if she needed the vehicle that day) She called my grandpa to come and get us and take us to the emergency room. I remember him being so scared and driving so fast to get me there. I still have a really bad scar down the side of my left wrist. Another memory I have was my grandma teaching me to drink coffee. She'd put half milk and half coffee in a cup and dip my toast in it for me. She also painted my fingernails with sparkly nail polish...I have wonderful memories of her! She passed away two days before I turned 5 yrs old...and they buried her on my birthday =( After she passed away my grandpa started living with a woman that wouldn't let him come see us. He would drive up the road ,because they lived several houses up from us. He would see us in the yard and wouldn't be able to stop because she would be with him. Well, I sure didn't expect to tell all of that...those are the memories that popped in my head when I started typing...for a minute I was 5 again...sheww!

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    1. That's awful that she wouldn't let you see your grandfather! But then he could have told her to jump in the river I guess.

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  21. My first memory was when I was 2. My mother was pregnant with my sister and was having a very rough pregnancy. I was sent to stay with an older woman from my mother's church, who lived 7 towns away. I remember being bathed in her very big porcelain kitchen sink, her calf named Daisy, and a doorstopper made from a glass milk bottle, made to look like Aunt Jemimah. Since she lived so far away, my parents couldn't get to see me very often, and my father told me that when they finally came to bring me home I didn't want to go with them.
    My next memory was probably a few months later. My sister was standing up in her crib, and I crawled under the crib, hitting the release bar, causing the side to drop, and my sister fell out. To this day I don't know if I did it by accident, or on purpose, out of jealousy.

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    1. When you're that young, I doubt you'd know why you did it. Or understand jealousy.

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  22. My earliest memory is riding with my dad when I was about 4-5. My brother, sister and I were all standing in the front seat. Around the same time, my mom was in a wreck and a policeman had to take us home. I remember my brother kicking and screaming as he didn't want to get in the police car and go to jail. The policeman had to pick him up by the back of his shirt and pants and forced him in the police car. I can remember holding my dad's hand as we walked across a street to the hospital to visit my brother and sister. I just realized that I must have been very young, my sister was a baby and she's 3 years younger than me. I can remember Dad holding me up to see the tubes in their feet that was feeding them while they were sick.

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    1. Such different things everyone remembers. What causes one memory to win out over another, I wonder? Kind of like dreams. Why do we recall some dreams and not others? I find all this so fascinating!

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  23. Oh Brenda! I am saddened to read about your childhood. That could not have been easy. Your story sounds like it could be made into a movie! My first memory (to the best of my knowledge) is having a birthday part at my house for me. It was around Halloween so everyone dressed up in costume. I don't remember all the details but just recall that as an early childhood memory. I remember my costume being a witch. Remember the costumes that came in a box with a cellophane window so you could see in it? The mask had an elastic band around it. It was a cheap plastic mask and the costume was the kind that you wear over clothes that tied at the neck. Costumes have come a long way since then!

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    1. I do indeed remember those boxes of costumes with the cellophane window!

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  24. You have been through some tough things in life, Brenda...and you're still standing! I have always been inspired by your journey. My first memory was in El Paso TX. My dad was with the Air Force there. I was three years old and vividly remember a huge dust storm rolling towards our house. Must have made quite the impression...

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    1. You might as well have been here in OK for the dust storm! (My ex and his mistress-turned-wife now life in El Paso.) I've never been there. Yes, I'm still standing, but I know there are so many more people with stories far, far worse.

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  25. Brenda, my earliest memory is of my Mom coming out of the hospital to see me in the waiting room...I think she was in there to have my baby brother so I was three. I remember that she was so beautiful. My other memory is from around 5 when I was sitting in a big wood chair and a man was asking me if I wanted my 'Daddy' to be my Daddy. I said yes but was confused. It was when he was adopting me. Both are pretty good memories I think.

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    1. Oh, to remember something like that she was so beautiful. That is a very interesting memory. Good memories, both, yes.

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  26. I always cry when I read about your early years. Your life story is truly heartbreaking. You are a source of inspiration for so many, myself included. Following your blog all these years has changed my life in so many ways. Unfortunately, I have memory problems and am unable to participate in this week's chat. But I have thoroughly enjoyed reading everyone's first memories! Thanks to all for sharing.

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    1. I know you don't have memories. Maybe, do you think that is good in some ways? Yet, a person is made up of memories. I can't imagine how that would be. Though practically my whole life before I was an adult is just a hodge-podge of snippets of memories. I don't think I had many memories until I started medication for depression at 26. I think it was a cloud over my entire life. And you, you know that so very well. But I'm sure you miss having memories.

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    2. I've been told so many stories from my childhood that I can imagine are my memories. Having memory issues doesn't bother me any more. I just thoroughly enjoy each and every moment as it unfolds!

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  27. Brenda, I'm sorry that the start of your life doesn't have happy memories. However, that start has made you what you are today. An amazingly strong, gifted woman!
    My first memories are of nursery school. Today called pre-school. My mother was a working woman in the 1950's, and had to enroll me. At school we had blue mats for nap time, and I can remember the smell of potatoes. Even today there is this certain smell that potatoes sometimes make that remind me of nursery (I just typed nerdy school LOL). My mom was the secretary to the top guy at Pillsbury, and often came home with test products.
    In 1960 she stopped working, and had my brother. I remember Saturday mornings cleaning the house. My job was to dust the Venetian blinds. Once all the housework was finished we would sit at the piano. Mom would play silly songs out of a book and I would sing along. I still have that book.
    Our dog, Teddy, who was a cocker mix played the piano too. His doggy treats were kept on the top of the piano, and when he wanted them, if the keyboard had been left open he would stand on the bench and tap the keys.
    In 1966 my mom went back to work, and the rest of my childhood went to hell, but that's a story for another day. I can't think about those days without tears.

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    1. Oh Trudy, I was reading along at the beginning and thinking, oh, how wonderful her memories are! And then I got to the end and felt so sad for you. If you ever want to share your later memories, I am here for you. A shame that what started out so well went to hell.

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    2. Thank you. Your kindness brought tears to me. I would like to send you an email about my later memories. I am not sure about this open forum here. if you wouldn't mind an email.

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  28. When I was very small we moved around quite a bit. My dad was a coal miner and so we followed the jobs around. I remember riding in an old black truck and the sound of the windshield wipers. They were run by air, so they had a unique sound to them. I remember watching the keys swing back and forth in the ignition, his key fob was a thunder bird with turquoise in it. We had a small trailer that we pulled here and there. Just before one move my brother had gotten a kitten. My parents left it in the trailer while we were moving it. They found it later, dead in the toilet, drowned. Not sure why they left the toilet lid up. His name was snowball, he was all white with a few flecks of color on his head. I must have been about 2-3 when this happened. I also remember being terrified of thunder. Still makes my heart pound a bit.










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    1. You have so many details to your memories. I don't have any with details like that. I'm so sorry about your cat. To be moving is upsetting enough, then to find your cat drowned. Oh, I just don't know how you all remember things from that young an age!

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  29. I am learning so much about you all from your first memories. Most importantly, I see that most of you have memories with actual details. I lack all of that for some reason. I can't remember what pets looked like, or people really. I can't remember what houses I lived in looked like, or furniture. Or anything that happened at school. You all amaze me with your recall! This has been very educational for me.

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  30. I'm a little late to this party but here goes. I don't have any real memories except for what I had been told of my younger years until the age of about 5. One of my earlies memories are when we lived in a town called Media in Pennsylvania. We were renting a house there because my dad was in the Navy and just got stationed here. We (my brother and I) use to get .25 for allowance every week and there was a penny candy store on our corner that we were allowed to walk up to and I remember holding my brothers hand and off we'd go to get our bag of wax bottles or fingers and lips, dots on the paper strip or Mary Janes etc. I also remember in the same house going into my parents room when it was storming and watching out the bay window the lighting. For some reason I also remember the checkered kitchen floor but don't remember another darn thing about that kitchen. We lived right next door to a church (that house is now a part of the church) and my brother and I use to go next door and roller skate on the smooth church landing and we also use to collect up rice after wedding and play house with it. We also had huge honeysuckle bushes/vines and would pick the flowers and suck the ends...LOL Don't remember the taste but remember doing it. Sad I don't have alot of memories of my dad as he was gone alot since he was career Navy and we didn't travel with him as my parents wanted us to have roots. My dad passed away when I was 17.

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    1. I remember the taste of my Nana's iced tea....every once in awhile I make a pitcher that brings it all back. She also use to make us cream cheese and jelly on saltines....still love them to this day.

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    2. I remember those candies! Funny, that you remember the kitchen floor but not the kitchen. I've never had cream cheese on saltines. But it sounds pretty good!

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  31. Our memories are all so different. You never know what will make an impression on a child. After I had written yesterday about the green and burgundy cabbage rose drapes in my Mom's living room 60+ years ago I walked thru my living room. The walls are almost the same color as the green in the drapes, and while there is not a cabbage rose in sight in my room, the furniture is burgundy. We never know what may influence our tastes. I have such good memories of living in that little house, maybe those colors bring those good feelings back. I have used several different color schemes in my living room, but have never been really happy with it until the pale green and burgundy.

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  32. My very first memory is of my father calling me to come down in the basement of a house that we rented from someone in the family. I was 3 or 4 years old. I went down the few stairs and Dad had his back to me. When he turned around he had a white rabbit-fur stuffed cat toy in his arms and he said it was for me. I was so surprised. He often surprised me and gave me little gifts throughout my life. It seemed like we had gone full circle when I saw him for the last time at home and he called me into his bedroom. He gave me a small statue of a white cat carrying a kitten. It is on my bedside table next to a picture of him and I often look at hit and remember the love between us.

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