Tuesday, June 9, 2015

Tuesday Memories

What we remember from childhood we remember forever — permanent ghosts, stamped, inked, imprinted, eternally seen. 

Cynthia Ozick 

My Dad holding me.  That was my grandma's house.  We lived there until I was 5 years old.  After that, I just spent weekends there.

Me on my first birthday.

This was me on the horse that bit me.  I have had a fear of horses ever since.

I think this must be kindergarten. 

You know, I look at all these pictures that my mom kept for all these years and tears come to my eyes.  I have to believe that in her own way she must have loved me or else she would have tossed them all away.

Speaking of memories, my very FIRST ever boyfriend joined Classmates and contacted me yesterday.  He said that he had been thinking about me, and then, there I was on Classmates.  I had been wondering what happened to him, and it was great to hear from him and even more awesome to think that he remembered me as well. We spent much of the day playing catch up  Much as he meant to me back in the day, I realized that it was only 'puppy love', and I am glad that I ended it when I did.  There will be no more thinking about what 'might have been'.

Have a good one.


  1. Wow, what amazing connections to the past you are making lately!

  2. Oh such a cute photo of you in the highchair! It can be great to reunite with people, or sometimes not so great, but it seems important, no matter what comes or doesn't come of it.