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Welcome back to Wednesday. It is a cold and white one here. It should, however, get above freezing.
Today, we are sharing our earliest memories. This one is really hard because my memories tend to merge together, and I don't always have the right timeline for them. I guess I would have to say my earliest memory is of being rocked by my mother in the living room of our apartment on East Main Street, where we lived until I was 12.
The rocking chair, which now sits in one of my sisters' houses, was situated in the living room across from the television. My father's recliner was to the right of it, with a built-in bookcase behind him. After dinner, my mother would change out of her regular clothes, put on her nightgown and robe, and sit in her rocking chair reading or watching TV. Eventually, I would creep in and snuggle into her lap until it was time to go to bed. My parents weren't the most affectionate people, but I remember feeling loved and safe as we rocked in that chair together.
What is your earliest memory or some memory of your childhood you look back on fondly?










12 comments:
I know what you mean about memories all blending together. Mine do as well. This is a really lovely memory, though, Cheryl. ☺️
What a beautiful memory! A simple one but worthy of being treasured
Such a lovely memory!
That sounds like a great one! :)
Such a wonderful and cozy memory. Thank you for sharing.
It must mean we are getting older, George. LOL! Thanks for visiting.
Thanks, Rudiano. Appreciate you stopping by today.
Thanks, Lydia. Great to see you here.
Thanks, Stephen. Glad you liked it. Appreciate the visit.
Thanks, Rebecca. So nice seeing you here again.
My youngest memory is being dropped off at my aunt rose’s by my dad before he went to work because my mom was in the hospital after just having my sister. I was three.
This is a lovely memory.
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