Tuesday Memories

Memory is a child walking along a seashore. You never can tell what small pebble it will pick up and store away among its treasured things. 

Pierce Harris, Atlanta Journal 

Isn't she adorable?  Guess who?  I was 11 months old at the time.

My mom and I.  I was two years old I think.   It's hard to look at these pictures and wonder where we went wrong as a family.  It's obvious there was lots of love in my early years.  What happened?

My 4th birthday party.

My mom was such a beautiful woman.  As a small child I never understood why she got so dressed up to go 'babysitting'.  It wasn't until later that I knew.  I actually found out in the worst way possible.  One of my friends says, "I know where your mom goes at night.  Come with me and I will show you."  That was how I found out about the affair.

When I was younger, people used to say that I looked like my dad, but I think as I got older, I started looking more like my mom.

My mom always loved her costume jewelry.  When I was a teenager I used to love putting on her jewelry and wearing it to school.  I was alone to get ready in the morning, so she never knew, but, I ended up getting caught in the long run.  I was about 17 when I decided I wanted my ears pierced, but I was chicken.  So, at the time they had self-piercing earrings made of gold.  I don't know if they still have them, but I was chicken of the needle, and these earrings gradually worked their way through.  About a week later one was through but the other not.  So, an uncle bent down and said, "Let me have a look at this."  Trusting him, I allowed him a closer look, and what did he do?  He took his fingers and pushed it through.  

Well, I wasn't too happy with that, but I was happy that I finally had pierced ears.  Couldn't wait to sneak and wear mom's pretty earrings, and I did.  I put them in in the morning and took them out when I got home. Then I put my little gold ones in.  One morning I woke up and my ears were all moist and caked.  Couldn't get my little earrings out they were so stuck in there.  Eventually we got them out, but I had to use alcohol for a few days to clean the holes...which, by the way, ended up closing up.  

To this day I am paying for it.  Turns out that when I put the cheap earrings into ears that hadn't healed I  developed an allergy to nickel.  If I wear something that isn't gold I itch and break out in a rash.  It's gotten a little better.  Used to break out from the buckles on my bra.  At least that stopped.

Have a good one.