Your First Memory

Deb to the left, Dan in the High Chair. My Gramma to the
Back Right (Carol's Mom)

When was your first memory? Tough question isn't it? Think about it, it's not that easy to answer initially.

My mom always thought I had a good memory and when I used to describe the houses that we lived in when I was quite young, she would wonder how I could possibly remember, as I would have only been two or three years old. We moved a lotand by the time I reached five years old, we had already moved about 4 times and I did remember each of those homes.

So why this photo?

My first memory is that of me pushing my dolls around in the stroller. I remember wanting a stroller for my dolls in the worst of ways. Well, here's the stroller and I'm about 2, I named my doll 'Edna' thinking it was the most beautiful name for a girl in the world.

Looking at this picture now, it's from the 50's, my grandmother would have been 57 and my brother about one, I was two. Smoking was the norm back then and I only ever remember my gramma, whom I called Pub as a smoker - I even remember the brand 'DuMaurier'.

Six years after this photo was taken, my Gramma died of a massive heart attack. In those times, children weren't really told about death. I wasn't really sure what happened to her but I knew she was gone and I knew I missed her lots. I was very close to my gramma, I felt her spirit for many, many years later and well into adulthood. More on that in future ramblings.