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May. 10th, 2004 08:03 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jdmkleinDrat, i had something all way cool and planned out to write about tonight, but alas, i didn't enter it into the clie, and now it is gone, perhaps forever.
So, instead i shall reminisce about my childhood.
My parents never quite believed me, but my first memory is of Dr. Loomis' office when i was 6 weeks old. i had an ear infection and apparently was driving my parents crazy because of the incessant crying. i can remember Dr. Loomis looking into my ear with the little light thingie. i can remember a gray filing cabinent just outside my peripheral view. i can remember a cloth on the examination table and i can hear myself crying because of the pain. All i can say is it must have been some kind of pain if that visit stuck in my memory. i cannot, however remember the pain.
i have pictures to help me remember my first Christmas. My parents put the Christmas tree in the playpen, and left me to run around the house. This was after pulling it over three times in one weekend.
i remember being about three, Mother was pregnant with my sister, playing in the back yard with Vickie Sorensen. She bit me. i went crying to Mother, who was sitting on the back steps with Vickie's mother. Mrs. S. told me to bite Vickie back. i did. i remember Dominick DeMaris, the neighborhood bully. i kept going home to Mother crying because he was hitting me. Finally Mother was exasperated enough to tell me the next time he did that, i was to hit him back with whatever i had in my hand. i did. We were playing croquet. At my mumbeldie-fifth high school class reunion, he came up to me and showed me the scar on his forehead where i clobbered him. Then we went out for dinner.
i remember many things about the house on Oaklawn Avenue. i remember being in the basement with Mother while she did laundry using a wringer washer. i remember making soapsuds pies and finding a nest of nekkid baby mice. i remember my father coming home for lunch and Mother taking him down stairs to get the nest. i remember him putting the nest in the garbage can outside. i remember my father's youngest sisters coming to babysit before my sister was born. When it was time for bed, i got them to read me one little golden book story on each step to go upstairs to bed.
My sister was born in that house. i remember carrying her downstairs the day she came home from the hospital, because she was crying. i had climbed onto the side of the crib and lifted her over the rail. i was just over 3 1/2. i remember Mother standing in the kitchen of that house making margarine yellow. i remember the parakeet that would rather walk on the floor or ride on the dog's back than fly. i remember the babysitter who let her German Shepherd in the house while my parents were gone. The bird was on the floor, the Shepherd saw it, chased it, caught it, and ate it. i remember Sniffy Dawn biting my little toe, simply because i got her nose caught between the screen door and the door jamb. Dumb dog. i didn't do it on purpose.
i remember flushing my brother's diaper down the toilet because i was trying to help Mother one day. Well, she did it (i thought) and the toilet never got clogged up for her. i remember two other things about my baby brother. When he was not walking yet, he got into the cupboard under the counter and got out the tin of flour. i remember walking into the kitchen with my sister to get her a drink of water, and there was my brother, covered in flour. We laughed. Mother, however took a bit longer to see the humor of the situation. And then when he was about 3, that would have made me 9, i remember him not wanting to take a bath and getting away from Mother. i have a picture in my head of my brother, peddaling a green tricycle just as fast as his legs could pump, down the sidewalk, with my mother running after him with a wooden spoon.
i remember my imaginary friends, (i didn't have just one, i had twins) Deedi and Dori Dopp. i remember my first ice skates at age 6 and my dreams of being an olympic skater. i remember walking to the cottage in the winter time and boating to it in the summer. i remember mulberry stains on the soles of my feet from running barefoot at the cottage all summer. i remember my first cross country skis.
i remember my dad taking me out in the boat and he and i just sitting there in it watching the world go by. He and i were going to run away one summer and become barge sailors. But Mother made mulberry pancakes, with home made mulberry syrup. We knew we wouldn't get that kind of food on a Mississippi River barge.
i have many remembories (a chinglish word from one of my Taiwanese students) of my childhood. For the most part happy remembories. i was blessed with parents who loved my sister and brother and i and who provided us with the stuff good childhoods are made of.
So, instead i shall reminisce about my childhood.
My parents never quite believed me, but my first memory is of Dr. Loomis' office when i was 6 weeks old. i had an ear infection and apparently was driving my parents crazy because of the incessant crying. i can remember Dr. Loomis looking into my ear with the little light thingie. i can remember a gray filing cabinent just outside my peripheral view. i can remember a cloth on the examination table and i can hear myself crying because of the pain. All i can say is it must have been some kind of pain if that visit stuck in my memory. i cannot, however remember the pain.
i have pictures to help me remember my first Christmas. My parents put the Christmas tree in the playpen, and left me to run around the house. This was after pulling it over three times in one weekend.
i remember being about three, Mother was pregnant with my sister, playing in the back yard with Vickie Sorensen. She bit me. i went crying to Mother, who was sitting on the back steps with Vickie's mother. Mrs. S. told me to bite Vickie back. i did. i remember Dominick DeMaris, the neighborhood bully. i kept going home to Mother crying because he was hitting me. Finally Mother was exasperated enough to tell me the next time he did that, i was to hit him back with whatever i had in my hand. i did. We were playing croquet. At my mumbeldie-fifth high school class reunion, he came up to me and showed me the scar on his forehead where i clobbered him. Then we went out for dinner.
i remember many things about the house on Oaklawn Avenue. i remember being in the basement with Mother while she did laundry using a wringer washer. i remember making soapsuds pies and finding a nest of nekkid baby mice. i remember my father coming home for lunch and Mother taking him down stairs to get the nest. i remember him putting the nest in the garbage can outside. i remember my father's youngest sisters coming to babysit before my sister was born. When it was time for bed, i got them to read me one little golden book story on each step to go upstairs to bed.
My sister was born in that house. i remember carrying her downstairs the day she came home from the hospital, because she was crying. i had climbed onto the side of the crib and lifted her over the rail. i was just over 3 1/2. i remember Mother standing in the kitchen of that house making margarine yellow. i remember the parakeet that would rather walk on the floor or ride on the dog's back than fly. i remember the babysitter who let her German Shepherd in the house while my parents were gone. The bird was on the floor, the Shepherd saw it, chased it, caught it, and ate it. i remember Sniffy Dawn biting my little toe, simply because i got her nose caught between the screen door and the door jamb. Dumb dog. i didn't do it on purpose.
i remember flushing my brother's diaper down the toilet because i was trying to help Mother one day. Well, she did it (i thought) and the toilet never got clogged up for her. i remember two other things about my baby brother. When he was not walking yet, he got into the cupboard under the counter and got out the tin of flour. i remember walking into the kitchen with my sister to get her a drink of water, and there was my brother, covered in flour. We laughed. Mother, however took a bit longer to see the humor of the situation. And then when he was about 3, that would have made me 9, i remember him not wanting to take a bath and getting away from Mother. i have a picture in my head of my brother, peddaling a green tricycle just as fast as his legs could pump, down the sidewalk, with my mother running after him with a wooden spoon.
i remember my imaginary friends, (i didn't have just one, i had twins) Deedi and Dori Dopp. i remember my first ice skates at age 6 and my dreams of being an olympic skater. i remember walking to the cottage in the winter time and boating to it in the summer. i remember mulberry stains on the soles of my feet from running barefoot at the cottage all summer. i remember my first cross country skis.
i remember my dad taking me out in the boat and he and i just sitting there in it watching the world go by. He and i were going to run away one summer and become barge sailors. But Mother made mulberry pancakes, with home made mulberry syrup. We knew we wouldn't get that kind of food on a Mississippi River barge.
i have many remembories (a chinglish word from one of my Taiwanese students) of my childhood. For the most part happy remembories. i was blessed with parents who loved my sister and brother and i and who provided us with the stuff good childhoods are made of.
