Seriously, in my crib actually. My dad down in the yard mowing grass. I couldn't see him, but I could hear and smell it. I have no idea whatsoever if that actually happened but I have the memory... memories are funny that way.
My first memory was when I was almost 2 sitting in the car with my family at a service station getting gas and then eating hamburgers at restaurant following the fill up! Those were the days when gas attendants came out to your car. I woke up from a nap while there, hungry and c, “hamamur” my word at the time for hamburger. I guess I was hungry because we stopped to eat 🍔 .
She must have been a great mom, Diane. I’ll be following your story. I had my parents for a much longer time but each of them lost their own fathers as very young children.
There is something so tender about this. Your mother laughing, your dad I’m sure relieved and glad she did - but also knowing who she was and that they were partners in whatever came. You must have been very loved. I’m so sorry you didn’t have them longer in your life.
Thanks, Patris. I was 8 when my father died, and I not aware of how much my mother hid her grief from me for the first few years when I went to school. She was the best mother and father to me. My next story will be about my father’s un timely death, and it will explain why I didn’t know how he died for years later.
Seriously, in my crib actually. My dad down in the yard mowing grass. I couldn't see him, but I could hear and smell it. I have no idea whatsoever if that actually happened but I have the memory... memories are funny that way.
That’s so true! Smells and sounds still prompt those memories too I bet!
I'm still trying to find that damn doctor. No sooner do I get here and somebody slapping me around!
My first memory was when I was almost 2 sitting in the car with my family at a service station getting gas and then eating hamburgers at restaurant following the fill up! Those were the days when gas attendants came out to your car. I woke up from a nap while there, hungry and c, “hamamur” my word at the time for hamburger. I guess I was hungry because we stopped to eat 🍔 .
What a nice memory!
Thanks for sharing what must be a very, very fond memory of your parents...
She must have been a great mom, Diane. I’ll be following your story. I had my parents for a much longer time but each of them lost their own fathers as very young children.
You understand. Thanks for your kind comments.
There is something so tender about this. Your mother laughing, your dad I’m sure relieved and glad she did - but also knowing who she was and that they were partners in whatever came. You must have been very loved. I’m so sorry you didn’t have them longer in your life.
Thanks, Patris. I was 8 when my father died, and I not aware of how much my mother hid her grief from me for the first few years when I went to school. She was the best mother and father to me. My next story will be about my father’s un timely death, and it will explain why I didn’t know how he died for years later.
I remember lying on my stomach in my crib not feeling well and mom sitting patting my back til I went to sleep for a looong time.
So sweet a memory.