Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Sunday, November 16, 2008
My first real memory…not what I have been told.
SIH Stories
Assignments 4 and 5
My first real memory…not what I have been told.
I was just 3 and a half years old (within weeks), Sunday, December 7, 1941. In my mind, I was “helping” my mother wrap Christmas presents to mail to dear friends and relatives. My parents exchanged a lot of gifts in those early years, to aunts, uncles, cousins, and God-parents. Daddy was home from the drug store where he was a pharmacist so I know it was a Sunday without looking at a calendar. I think I remember that the gifts were boxes of candy and she had some plain gift wrap that was blue with a little silver embossed Christmas designs on it. I might have been helping by handing her stickers. We didn’t use Scotch tape back then. I know she tied each gift with white ribbon and added a gift tag. We were at the HUGE dining room table and my back was to the baize door to the kitchen. In later years I realized that HUGE table in my memory was the dinky one in my basement, but I was small so it looked huge back then.
Suddenly, “Aunt” Thelma, one of Mom’s friends from her high school sorority, burst through the door…something about “war”. My parents got very excited. Dad turned on the radio but then the adults all went out the front door to stand on the porch and talk excitedly to the neighbors. I remember that I was pretty much forgotten and that was strange to me. There is even a scent…I guarantee, my mother was cooking ham.
Yes…it was the day the Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor and I can read the history all I want, but these memories are mine. Even my mother was surprised when I told her what I remembered. She didn’t remember that Aunt Thelma had been the bearer of the news, that fateful day.
Life for the next few years is a very personal memory. My brother, 12 years younger, can never share these things with me. I only know a couple of friends who can talk about the war from the standpoint I have.
Assignments 4 and 5
My first real memory…not what I have been told.
I was just 3 and a half years old (within weeks), Sunday, December 7, 1941. In my mind, I was “helping” my mother wrap Christmas presents to mail to dear friends and relatives. My parents exchanged a lot of gifts in those early years, to aunts, uncles, cousins, and God-parents. Daddy was home from the drug store where he was a pharmacist so I know it was a Sunday without looking at a calendar. I think I remember that the gifts were boxes of candy and she had some plain gift wrap that was blue with a little silver embossed Christmas designs on it. I might have been helping by handing her stickers. We didn’t use Scotch tape back then. I know she tied each gift with white ribbon and added a gift tag. We were at the HUGE dining room table and my back was to the baize door to the kitchen. In later years I realized that HUGE table in my memory was the dinky one in my basement, but I was small so it looked huge back then.
Suddenly, “Aunt” Thelma, one of Mom’s friends from her high school sorority, burst through the door…something about “war”. My parents got very excited. Dad turned on the radio but then the adults all went out the front door to stand on the porch and talk excitedly to the neighbors. I remember that I was pretty much forgotten and that was strange to me. There is even a scent…I guarantee, my mother was cooking ham.
Yes…it was the day the Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor and I can read the history all I want, but these memories are mine. Even my mother was surprised when I told her what I remembered. She didn’t remember that Aunt Thelma had been the bearer of the news, that fateful day.
Life for the next few years is a very personal memory. My brother, 12 years younger, can never share these things with me. I only know a couple of friends who can talk about the war from the standpoint I have.
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
A NEW VENTURE
This week we started the "Stories in Hand" class by Jessica Sprague. One of the members of a genealogy group to which I belong shared the class announcement and I joined, since it was free. I had no idea what would happen since I had never taken a class from this site before (Jessica Sprague) so I still need to look around the site a little more.
I read the welcome letter, choosing to ignore the suggestion to buy a "naked" 6 x 6 binder. That might have been a mistake. On the first day of class, when we were to decorate our binder and print the dividers, I was scrambling to make my own binder, as some talented classmates were doing. Finding chipboard in our area proved impossible so I settled for foam core. I need a new cutting tool or method because my cuts are not pretty and polished. The rings I bought turned out to be big Jump-Rings and impossible to thread the pages through. Ok...I will buy the binder...oh NO I won't! No one in the area carries anything like that. The stores on the web are OUT!
Then a classmate mentioned in the forum that another company has 6 x 6 bare-naked binders in stock (and cheaper). Now I have to wait for it to be delivered.
Meanwhile, on the second day I printed out a whole package of cardstock 2-up pages for the binder. I coudn't even take time to read them yesterday. I have that to look forward to today, Oh YAYYYYY! The "prompts" are so interesting, those I glanced at, and I just know they will start my memory flowing.
Today, day 3, is another print and put together note-keeper. Looks like I will be stopping by my Local Scrapbook Store for more cardstock, and the office supply store for the RIGHT rings and more ink.
Next, the instructor promised, will be the real meat of the course, as the printing all of the supplies is now complete.
As soon as my big PC comes back from the repair place I will add some photos to this blog.
I read the welcome letter, choosing to ignore the suggestion to buy a "naked" 6 x 6 binder. That might have been a mistake. On the first day of class, when we were to decorate our binder and print the dividers, I was scrambling to make my own binder, as some talented classmates were doing. Finding chipboard in our area proved impossible so I settled for foam core. I need a new cutting tool or method because my cuts are not pretty and polished. The rings I bought turned out to be big Jump-Rings and impossible to thread the pages through. Ok...I will buy the binder...oh NO I won't! No one in the area carries anything like that. The stores on the web are OUT!
Then a classmate mentioned in the forum that another company has 6 x 6 bare-naked binders in stock (and cheaper). Now I have to wait for it to be delivered.
Meanwhile, on the second day I printed out a whole package of cardstock 2-up pages for the binder. I coudn't even take time to read them yesterday. I have that to look forward to today, Oh YAYYYYY! The "prompts" are so interesting, those I glanced at, and I just know they will start my memory flowing.
Today, day 3, is another print and put together note-keeper. Looks like I will be stopping by my Local Scrapbook Store for more cardstock, and the office supply store for the RIGHT rings and more ink.
Next, the instructor promised, will be the real meat of the course, as the printing all of the supplies is now complete.
As soon as my big PC comes back from the repair place I will add some photos to this blog.
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