tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15329973.post2749581567841154356..comments2023-12-27T16:41:07.438-05:00Comments on Suldog: My Earliest MemoriesSuldoghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07778845367184916684noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15329973.post-14334481226003682462011-06-21T07:31:29.688-04:002011-06-21T07:31:29.688-04:00Nice and thanks!Nice and thanks!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15329973.post-34099020212295487462008-03-27T12:45:00.000-04:002008-03-27T12:45:00.000-04:00Janet - That's a bizarre one. Fire and gorillas? T...Janet - That's a bizarre one. Fire and gorillas? That sounds WAY scarier than a giant. I'm happy to hear you stopped having that one.Suldoghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07778845367184916684noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15329973.post-49407119995729403302008-03-27T10:41:00.000-04:002008-03-27T10:41:00.000-04:00Somehow I missed this when it came around. My earl...Somehow I missed this when it came around. My earliest memory is of my brother and I standing next to the couch in my grandparents' house where my father was lying, he was very tired and was telling us he loved us. I was 3 1/2 and Clark was 2. That's the part I remember. I found out many years later that he died that night. He had had a brain tumor removed a few months earlier and just never really recovered. The reason he was lying on the couch is that he had tried to ride a bike around the neighborhood. My uncle (who was 18 at the time) had to go find him. He had stopped to rest and couldn't continue the ride.<BR/>We got our first tv when I was 4, and my mother used to let me watch (or didn't know I was watching probably) Dark Shadows. I had nightmares about vampires until I was about 10 that I couldn't relate to anything until about 15 years ago when I discovered reruns of Dark Shadows on the SciFi channel. It all came back! The recurring nightmare that replaced that one had to do with me running (that slow motion running you do in dreams) through our backyard that was entirely surrounded by fire and being chased by a goriilla. I had that dream until I was over 30. Not sure what stopped it.Janethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02190489990653412687noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15329973.post-86448232678052994972008-03-24T11:27:00.000-04:002008-03-24T11:27:00.000-04:00I consider myself lucky if I can remember all the ...I consider myself lucky if I can remember all the way back to where I put the car keys.<BR/><BR/>My earliest memory, tho, was of trying to get sneaky at the breakfast table. I was in my high chair and eating oatmeal. I had to be between 1 and 2 I think. I would always finish my food and then, to get Mom laughing, I'd turn the bowl upsidedown on my head.<BR/><BR/>This particular morning I didn't want to eat all the oatmeal. I had this epiphany that hey! I can just skip that part and go right to making Mom laugh and she'll never know.<BR/><BR/>I turned the bowl of oatmeal upsidedown on my head and my mother ran to get the camera. <BR/><BR/>45 or 46 years later now, she still likes to drag that one out and say "just look at the look on your face -- like you never saw it coming! Precious!"<BR/><BR/>I got her laughing, all right. She hasn't quit yet.Jeri Burtchell (TickledPink)https://www.blogger.com/profile/05961503858715547705noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15329973.post-17898368256082360142008-03-14T09:38:00.000-04:002008-03-14T09:38:00.000-04:00My earliest memory is of looking around the ward i...My earliest memory is of looking around the ward in my mother's arms when I was 1-2 weeks old. I have described the ward, the shape of the beds, the windows, the number of beds, the colours - all seen through my eyes. Don't ask me how I could recognise colour, shape, numbers - my mother was adament she never described any of it to me and, as I say my memory is of myself looking around and seeing it all through my eyes.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15329973.post-54534044585534571242008-03-14T08:12:00.000-04:002008-03-14T08:12:00.000-04:00My Mom tried to share this one, but couldn't post ...My Mom tried to share this one, but couldn't post for some reason:<BR/><BR/>"I don't remember that incident but I do agree with you that Uncle Bert was a wonderful friend and it was terrible to lose him at such an early age.<BR/> <BR/>I DO remember the first time we took you to visit him and his parents in Readville. You were about a month old and your father, being the typical first time parent, was sure the bottom was going to drop out of your baby carrier or you would catch some horrible disease from being out amongst people. It was all I could do to persuade him to take you for the visit. If he had had his druthers, you'd probably still be locked up in the house away from all 'trouble'."Suldoghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07778845367184916684noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15329973.post-35710585183247254152008-03-13T21:30:00.000-04:002008-03-13T21:30:00.000-04:00My Grandfather lived upstairs from us and the hous...My Grandfather lived upstairs from us and the house was old and my Grandfather was not the cleanest person(he lived alone) and I remember trying to crawl the stairs up to see him and my Mom would get upset cause it was so dirty. She would spank my but every time! I must have been about two years old cause I was still wearing diapers. That's my earliest memory, however the memory that sticks with me most is this: My father was in the Navy, WW2 and I remember him coming home from leave. He walked me to the store which was a few blocks away and was dressed in his white uniform> People would stop and shake his hand smile or nod and I remember being on top of the world!Minnesotabluehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09670914433184652900noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15329973.post-24650862732201046792008-03-13T21:27:00.000-04:002008-03-13T21:27:00.000-04:00Oh, and I think you can see buttons at the bottom ...Oh, and I think you can see buttons at the bottom of the screen on that TV. Our big cabinet B&W had nobs.FHBhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04261425729050948728noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15329973.post-59469911038381277732008-03-13T21:26:00.000-04:002008-03-13T21:26:00.000-04:00That was a great story, particularly about the tat...That was a great story, particularly about the tatoo. he sounds like a cool dude, fer sure.<BR/><BR/>My earliest memories are all from Bermuda, where I was born. The folkls were in the Air Force, and bermuda was a sweet gig to have. They loved it. <BR/><BR/>I remember looking at the ocean from a beach, and thinking how blue it was and how deep it must be. I also remember going to a nice restaurant on the beach and looking into a barrel of lobsters. I'm sure I was lifted up to look, with them thinking it would scare me. LOOOOVE me some lobster!FHBhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04261425729050948728noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15329973.post-73227348019365131462008-03-13T16:05:00.000-04:002008-03-13T16:05:00.000-04:00Great story that brought a lot back to me as well....Great story that brought a lot back to me as well. Our first TV was about 6 or 8 inches across, but I still remember watching Gorgeous George wrestle and the Gillette fights on it.<BR/><BR/>Dad once turned it toward an open window and we sat outside watching and eating homemade ice cream! A great moment in my life!fuzzbert_1999@yahoo.comhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08523386203834736598noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15329973.post-42908250599872247472008-03-13T15:33:00.000-04:002008-03-13T15:33:00.000-04:00I remember being in a crib, so I was younger than ...I remember being in a crib, so I was younger than two, and having one of those pull toys. I pulled it over my big toe and it hurt so bad and I cried but no on came (my parents didn't mean to neglect me. I don't think...). I noticed it made a spot on my big toe. Ok, not really but it must have been the first time I noticed the little freckle. It's still there and I always remember that the pull toy put it there.Balcony Galhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04504821384912015425noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15329973.post-13496111797161735922008-03-13T15:27:00.000-04:002008-03-13T15:27:00.000-04:00very interesting what makes a lasting impression o...very interesting what makes a lasting impression on us isn't it?<BR/><BR/>i was 2 yrs and 9 months old and my brother had just been born. she was away at the hospital for some days and it was the day we brought her home. daddy drove us to the hospital to pick up her and the new brother. i was sooo excited when i saw her being wheeled near to us. i ran up to her while she and the baby were in the wheelchair, jumped onto her lap and they wheeled all three of us out to the car. (when i became a mother i realized how much pain and discomfort my leap onto her lap must have caused.) i remember going into the house with everyone. mom and the baby went first and i lingered back with daddy and whispered to him, 'is that my new baby brother or a dolly for me?'<BR/><BR/>oddly, as a young child i had recurring nightmares involving big angry giants too...always the exact same dream whenever i had a bad fever.limehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17259558876349307173noreply@blogger.com