Tag Archives: childhood
Note To Self
Every once in a while I see an essay or blog or video that looks back to the author’s childhood – hoping somehow to make it better. Invariably, these stories are titled something like, “What I Wish I Could Tell My Younger Self.” I can see the appeal of it. From a decades-later perspective, when …
Oh, Now I Understand
This morning at breakfast, I had some very nice toast and butter. My husband and I are careful with the carbs and the calories, so really good bread is a treat. We are also careful with the evening snacking, so I was really hungry. But there was a pair of sad, pleading eyes staring up …
The First Day Of School!
In honor of the new school year, here’s a post from five years ago: THE BEST DAY When I was a kid, do you know what my favorite day of the year was? Yeah, okay, Christmas. (Good guess.) After all, I was a little girl who loved dolls and clothes and anything wrapped …
Vacation Time
There was a large old bottle on the floor of my parents’ closet. What it originally held -wine or whiskey, I don’t remember. The neck of the bottle was just big enough for a dime. Pennies and nickels didn’t fit. Just the dimes. And when my Dad emptied his pockets at the end of the …
Opinionated
I am a pretty opinionated adult. Although, I am also very polite, and try not to insult other people’s opinions even if they are totally wrong differ from my own. But I have an excuse for my many (though adorable) opinions. I was born that way. From the time I was in my crib wondering …
How I Won The Dance Contest
HOW I WON THE DANCE CONTEST – OR- PERSPECTIVE IS EVERYTHING In 1965, the local radio station threw a block party. The AM station, WBIS, was insignificant and unpopular. Their claim to fame was that the actor Bob Crane had started his career there. The Hartford stations WPOP and WDRC were the stations everyone listened …
Dirt
A few days a go I was doing a little gardening. Here is a totally gratuitous photo of my helper. Theo has nothing to do with this story, but I am addicted to taking pictures of his adorable self. So anyway, I am digging up weeds. I love pulling weeds – it is sort …
Not Quite Right, Dr. Freud
In honor of reconnecting with my very best friend from childhood, here’s a post from 2012 about Doris and one of our favorite games. I hope she will forgive me for my deep, horrible secret: NOT QUITE RIGHT, DR. FREUD I was reminded the other day of Freud’s theory that by age six or so, …
Unhappy Childhood
I have always considered my childhood to be an extraordinarily happy one. Until yesterday. I was wandering around Pinterest and I came upon this: And, oh my, I realized that I had a very unhappy childhood. Because I wanted a canopy bed so much. I wanted a canopy bed a lot more than I …
The Best Day
When I was a kid, do you know what my favorite day of the year was? Yeah, okay, Christmas. (Good guess.) After all, I was a little girl who loved dolls and clothes and anything wrapped up. And unwrapping stuff. And tree-trimming and angel decorations. And parties and singing. And staying up late and getting …
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