I have thought for the last few days, I need a place to tell my own stories. Here and there, you will find posts of such times… always titled…. Simply Me – ?????
Let’s begin….. shall we???
My first memory of Mama!!!!
I’ve been thinking a lot about my early memories as a child. A good place to start seems like…
The first memories I have are of my Mama…
Do any of you have an idea of what this picture is of?
Yes, I know…… you younger folks don’t have a clue what I’m talking about right now….
We have all kind of crazy gadgets and gizmos in today’s modern technological society….
But back in the 1960s…. this was a modern technology too…. at least for us country folks..
So what is this contraption, you may ask?
Well, it’s a ringer washer… and this is where the story begins…
I don’t think I could have been more than 2 years old since we lived in the “old house” and my brother wasn’t born yet….
I’m sure there are a lot of other things I did with Mama, during the day…
but these are my first memories with her…. wash day!!
I so remember helping Mama with the wash… and loved it!!!
My first memories of Mama are about washing the clothes…. Ain’t that weird???
But I used to love it when Mama did the laundry.
I would climb up in the chair and pull the socks out of the old wringer washer.
Thinking about it now… I’m sure I probably made her wash time longer……
but I so love that Mama loved me enough to let me help her….
Mama’s are just like that ….. ain’t they?
Anyway, back to the story…………..
I remember the excitement I would have back then when I would see them coming out of the ringer.
Yeah, I know some of you are probably thinking I’m nuts… that’s okay..
We all are to some degree….. it’s just a lot of people won’t admit it for anything…
But anyway those thoughts are for another day…..
For me, I really loved that old ringer washer…. and time with Mama…..
Silly I know, but I still smile when I think about it.
Mama and the old ringer washer……. wow!!!!
I’m smiling from ear to ear….. can you tell??
What was your first childhood memory……………
Does it make you smile??????
I so pray it does!
My first memory of Daddy….
(Actually, this is the very first memory I have of him…. wow, never thought about that til now, when I was thinking about this part of my story to share.)
Do ya’ll remember the first toy you ever got?
Well, this is all about that time…..my first memory of my Daddy; and my first toy!!!
The very first toy I remember was a little doll, I was barely three. Oh, I am sure I had many before this one… but this one was special!!
You see Mama was expecting their next child, I was staying with my Aunt while she was at the hospital. The day came, for Mama to come home.
So, that morning, who walked in my Aunt’s house to get me……… DADDY!
He came to pick me up so I could go with him to get Mama and my new baby brother from the hospital.
And what did he have, but this beautiful little baby doll behind his back for me?
I thought she was so beautiful!
She even cried if you spanked her….. yes, I know…………your probably reading this with your jaw dropped right now…
Times have changed, but that’s the way t was then and still should be!
That’s a picture of what she looked like back then, not the actual picture.. but “A Spank Me When I Cry Doll”
Yes, I know some of you are shuddering, at just the thought of spanking your child in today’s society…
But back then.. times were a lot different…… you got in trouble, sassed your parents, were disrespectful, didn’t do what you were supposed to……. you got a spanking.
Spare the rod, spoil the child…
It’s a crying shame we still don’t live by that… I bet kids today would be a lot more respectful…
But anyway, got sidetracked… back to the story.
I think Daddy and Mama must have thought a baby doll for me, would make me feel like I had a baby to care for too, just like she did.
While she was caring for my brother, I could care for my baby…. maybe feel a little less left out.
Great plan on my parents part….. I think… don’t you?
I wish I could say she’s still as beautiful as she was when I got her, but oh my… so not true.
After years of playing with her… I can’t say she looks near that good now…..
But……. believe it or not, I still have her…. she is sitting on my keepsake shelf.
A little, well no actually, a whole lot worse for wear.
I have had her since November of 1968; and will forever!
But to me, she’s still so very special…….
And Daddy, why, of course….. every time I see that doll or remember it…
I smile….. because My Daddy gave it to me….. and he’s so very important and special too!!!!!
Til next time!!!!!!!!!!!!!!