Thursday, September 19, 2013

Photographic Proof

I realized recently that my Blogger friends whom I love and trust, do the same for me and my stories.  We have faith in each other...and know when a tale is being stretched for a laugh.

Recently, my pal the excellent writer and Irish playwright Ken asked a question pertaining to our earliest memories here.  I swore to him that my earliest memory was of me as a ballerina, dancing down the driveway in an outfit that didn't have shoes.  The sandy driveway was hot and the pine needles pricked my leotard clad feet.  I was 18 months old.  I told him I had the picture to prove it.

Going through my Family Tree project, I realized I have a lot of photographic proof to back up my stories.  So why not give you a good laugh going into the weekend?


Titus  teased me last week that I must have been a Girl Scout.  
Guilty as charged.  
Age 11...with eyes that matched the uniform.

I was telling the Musical Map that I too once sang in public.  
A   L-O-N-G time ago, when I wasn't self conscious or shy.  
This was 3rd grade.  
And I sang a solo..."Away in a Manager".

I later stuck to playing the piano to amuse myself. 
 Still won't play in public.  
 Sweet 16 and about to meet the boy I would marry...
the one still around 33 years later.

Ah, Savannah...my southern sister in hospitality.  
Only she would understand how important it once was for a girl to look 
her most fashionable on the beach...
even at the age of 3.

And Chef, 
when I said I'd been in the kitchen helping out for a long time, 
I wasn't kidding.  
Dad and I teamed up to pull off this surprise shot of Mom, pregnant with #2.
I was a little over 2 years old and already felt comfortable in a kitchen.
Sadly, I would still need a stool to reach the top shelf when I "grew up".
I think this photo explains it all.  
The reason I am able to remember so much of my childhood 
is that I treasured every moment of it.
This is Christmas, 1962. 
 I'm 4 and in the middle of all the goodies Santa brought were 3 other treasures.  
The chair and cradle were hand crafted by my maternal Grandfather, 
who died that October. 
 In the cradle was my best bud, Ellie the Elephant, 
a gift from one of my Mom's friends when I was about 6 months old.  
So, how sentimental am I?


I still have all three of those gifts.
And the photos to help me remember, 
should the memories ever become foggy.

5 comments:

Kim Ayres said...

I think you should reproduce some of those photos, but as you are now - especially the ballerina and beach shots :)

hope said...

Ah Kim, I like you too much to burn your eyes out with such a view. :) Besides, I've never seen another beach hat like that again! It was straw but coated in something that made it as hard as concrete! I always felt it would be fashionable in China.

Chef Files said...

Wonderful memories hen, the older we get the more precious the photies we keep. Can you imagine what it must be like for those who do not have their childhood memories so carefully collated?

A great wee post to bring our week to an end.

maurcheen said...

A happy & cheery start to our weekend, thank you dear friend! :¬)

xxx

hope said...

Chef: sending you into the weekend with a grin, I hope.

maurcheen: you realize that every time I now pass those morning glory covered hay bales a certain song comes to mind?! ;) Happy weekend.