I like this question, but I confess I do not have much energy for it today. So, these might be bullet points....and maybe I will come back and explain them at length some other time, because who doesn't love revisiting fond memories?
- Some of my earliest memories are at Grandma Pearlie's house on Pocket Road in Hurt, Virginia. My parents had to leave home for work very early so Dad would drop me off to stay or wait for the bus at Pearlie's right down the road from our house. In the winter I would curl up by Pearlie's chair in her living room while she watched the morning news, I would lay between the old flowered chair and the heat vent that had a cover on it so the warm heat would blow right on me. In the summer months I would go back to bed in Pearlie's room and when I woke up I would crawl into her lap in the rocking chair on the back porch until I was ready for breakfast. I used to love to drink flat coke from the skinny orange cup she had for me.
-Spending a week with my Grandma Becky and Papa during the summers in Salem was always fantastic. I remember wading in the creek outside of their house, snapping beans and picking strawberries. I also remember riding my bike in the driveway and walking the dog to Green Hill Park. Mid-week Grandma would go to circle and quilt with her friends and I would run all over Green Hill Church of the Brethren where my Dad's family made up a good portion of the congregation.
-On Sundays Mom would make us pancakes that looked like Mickey Mouse and Grilled Cheese sandwiches for lunch.
-Dad would let me step on his foot and pretend to pump up his belly each time I pressed down on his toes. Then if I poked his belly, he would let all the air out. I also remember him jumping out from behind doors and scaring me pretty often.
-Our Basset-hound Gertie would wrestle me for an old sock and pull so hard she could drag me and my red beanbag across the floor.
-The cats, especially Claire, I remember, would chase a string across the porch with me for hours.... she would follow behind me even if I stopped actually pulling the string.
-As we got older weekends were for Whitney's house or mine. We would use our imagination and play for hours on end. During the week while we were both at our grandmother's houses we would sit and talk on the phone for hours at a time, even though we just saw each other at school.
Just a few of the activities and moments that made me happy as a child, as you can see family has always been central.
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