Rekindling the Memory

I was laying in bed the other morning and just simmering on thoughts that would take me back in time. The nudge to write started to brew but I ignored it, like I usually do. The trouble is that I have pretty much allowed the element of defeat to carry over into my writing. I can't concentrate with people around me and during the summer months, there are ALWAYS people around me. If they're not around me, they're soon to be coming through the door with some sort of question, want, need or grouch.

Thinking of the times when I was young, trying hardest to remember the very first moment of my ability lead me into another and another. I want to write it all out, to relive my life in words and memories. Write it out! Have it to treasure. No one else may ever care about the details of my life, but I do.

{image not my own - click for credit due}

Like that walk, one of my earliest of memories, when we were in the kitchen and my mother was talking to my big brother. He and his friend wanted to walk me down the road to see the cows. I was not very big, then, still in diapers - cloth diapers. That would have made me REALLY young, by the way. This is a memory that we have NO photos for but I have the pictures perfectly displayed within my mind. We had a carriage, not a stroller, a large carriage similar to this one that I found googling {from an Etsy dealer - follow the image for credit due}.


I remember that my brother and his friend were excited to take me down to the cows {he couldn't have been much more than eleven - being 10 years older than me}. The road where the cows were was an old dirt road with great big rocks. The boys were talking to me and the cows came close. All that I recall from that point was wetting my pants and the two noticing. They quickly returned me to home.

I love it when you can go through the adult days of life and something smacks you in the mind like a tiny explosion, carrying you back to childhood. I don't want to forget the life that I once had, the one that shaped me. I had a wondrously simple childhood, one that I am so thankful for. We never had a lot of money, but somehow, my mother managed it well. Another thing that came to mind one day, out of the blue, was how she would take me out to eat but never order anything for herself...and pick at my plate. I always thought as a child, she was dieting and didn't dare order her own food. As a mother on a tight budget, myself, I now think twice. I realize how often she spared her own luxury so that I could have a little. When this thought hit me the other day, I became so grateful....enough that tears were welling up in the corners of my eyes. I whispered a thank you to her, knowing that it wasn't totally lost in the atmosphere.

So, anyway, I think that I want to begin a series of memory writing {thinking on screen, here}, maybe label as such so that I can pull the writings together one day and print a small paperback book to keep on my shelf. You can do that you know, write on a blog and then pull your thoughts into a book - through blurb. Yes, I will begin doing that....in the nearest future.