Sparkle Wednesday | May 10, 2023
One of my earliest memories was the “pinking shears incident”. Jeff, Susan and I were cutting paper with Mom’s pinking shears. I’m pretty sure Jeff was doing the cutting and Susan and I were holding the paper. Somehow my knuckle got cut. I remember crying like a banshee! I still have the scar on my right ring finger. It looks like a little wishbone. 😭
One of my earliest memories was going to a department store to get my picture taken. People used to do that.. I didn’t cooperate and mom wouldn’t take me to the candy department in the store. I cried and kicked the backseat in the car all the way home. 😂 I think so was 4. Another early memory was also when I was 4. I was a flower girl in my wonderful Aunt’s wedding. I remember being in a small room where the bride and bridesmaids were fixing their make up. I thought it was all so glamorous.
All of my earliest memories are music related. One of the first was from the summertime in my youth (I'm not positive how old I was). My family would open up all of the windows and when you played music from the record player, you could hear it from the yard. This particular day, we were listening to The Beatles' Abbey Road. Despite the song's murderous undertones, my favorite was Maxwells Silver Hammer and I had a red plastic hammer to match. I remember walking around my yard hitting stuff with my little red hammer while listening to the song. A little creepy but mostly sweet haha.
My earliest memory was when I was just 4 years old & my Dad was dying of Cancer. I pretended I was a waitress & had a pencil & note pad & asked him if he would like coffee, tea or milk. He was lying on a day bed in our house on the farm in a downstairs den. He gave me a little bouncing horse & a cow girl outfit complete with boots & a gun for my 4 th birthday which was Jan 13. Ross Eck’s birthday was Jan 24. He died in June of that year. 1947. I also have a vivid memory of his funeral visitation when I heard everyone crying & climbed up on my Grandma Eck’s porch & picked some roses from her trellis & held them in my hand. Later we went to the funeral home & I had my uncle Lester who was holding me to bend over the casket so I could put the roses in his hands. My mother was sobbing & said very loud, “they parted his hair on the wrong side.” It’s a wonder that I don’t have PTSD to this day? Sorry for the very depressing second memory but I do not have many memories of my Dad & I’ll take what I can get?
I remember getting a "buck" on the back of my sister, Julie's bike. We were going around a little circle roundabout in our neighborhood. My leg got too close to the spokes and I got scraped. I also remember getting into some trouble for drawing on the living room walls. Same house.