June 4, 2011

A Bit Of Me


Hosted by Danielle at There's A Book
From Danielle's blog:
We all leave our “footprint” on the world, in one way or another. We each, individually, do something or are someone that makes the world a little better just by being here. I created this weekly meme to get to know the blogging community I love just a bit better. To know what makes them tick, outside of books, that is. Each week I will post a question to be answered in the following week’s “A Bit of Me(Me)”. Check back each Saturday to get the info for next week’s post and link up with your current post right here.
This week's question: What’s your earliest memory?

I don't know how Danielle does it.  She comes up with great questions week after week.  However, today's question has taxed my brain and I will probably need a nap after this since it was soooooo long ago lol.

I think my earliest and most vivid memories were of our family day trips.  Not your usual day trips, at least, I don't think so.  My dad, before I was born, was a race car driver, so he loved to be behind the wheel of a car.  Now you have to remember, this is back 50 years, when highways weren't what they are today.  Also that we live in RI.  He would announce on a Saturday night, that the next day we were going to visit relatives in NY.  No big deal, right?  Except, there would be 7 of us in the car, 6 adults and me.  Not too comfortable.  I usually ended up, somehow, sitting on the backseat floor.  Back and forth in a day.  Probably 10 hours on the road, 5 hours visiting.  I can remember to this day how uncomfortable I was in the car.  And then, he decided we were going on a "family vacation" and he was driving us to Canada!!!!!  NY trips became a breeze lol.

I have mentioned before that I lost my Dad when I was 16, but he left me with so many memories in the short time that I had him.


Laurel-Rain Snow said...

Ha-Ha, you think your childhood memories were a long time ago...imagine, if you will, going back sixty-five years to a three-year-old self. Scary!

I like your descriptions of the road trips. We had a few, sometimes going across several states, and the cars were cramped, too. My brother and I used to count cars of a certain type and watch for Burma Shave signs.

Thanks for visiting my blog. I like how you mentioned my "confinement" as a possible deterrent to later jail time...LOL

Gigi Ann said...

I think my earliest memory for me is the day my mother took me to enroll me in school. While setting in the school hall waiting for my turn to get my vaccination (like Laurel-Rain, that was many years ago, I think 1946) my brother's class walked by, and he gave me a little wave, he looked so old to me, after all he was in the second grade, such a big boy, in my little eyes. I can still see him with his cute little grin, as he walked by.

The1stdaughter said...

This was a tough one for me too, but thanks so much for the compliment! I'm always looking for fun questions to ask and it's not always easy to find ones I haven't already asked.

As for the road fun! My dad did that a lot as well. Weekends were always "car ride" days where we almost always spent a minimum of 4 or 5 hours in the car. So, not quite 10 hours, but still...great memories! :o)

Thank you so much for sharing!