GETTING TO KNOW YOU FRIDAY JULY 2015Welcome to July and getting to know you Friday. On the first Friday of each month I want us to take the time to get to know each other a little better. I'll post something you might not know about me and ask you to share.
WHAT CAN YOU REMEMBER?
Isn't she a cutie? That's Brinkley, my great-granddaughter. I used her picture to illustrate our post today, because she is a real cutie, but she's also the right age.
Let me tell you a story.
The first boy I was allowed to date, back in high school, had a motor cycle. He took me to a party one night, and the minute I climbed on the bike with him, I had the oddest memory. The feeling like I'd been on a motorcycle before. I didn't think I had, and I soon lost the feeling to the wind in my hair and the fact that we got lost going to where we were going.
Through the years, every time I climbed on a motor bike, I relived that feeling. I could remember sitting on a motorcycle and looking up at my mother, like she was on a balcony. It was weird, but nothing I thought to ask either of my parents about before they went to heaven.
After we went to my father's funeral I was sitting in the kitchen with his youngest brother. Something was said about motor cycles and I finally got the opportunity to voice my question. "Did Dad have a motorcycle when I was a baby?"
My uncle's answer, "No, but I used to ride mine when I came to visit your family, why?"
So I told him my story. He sat at the table grinning and when I finished he provided the missing pieces to my memory. It seems my parents lived in an upstairs apartment in a nearby town. My uncle would ride over to visit, and on a couple of occasions took his 7 or 8 month old niece for a very slow ride around the parking lot while my mother watched from the upstairs railing.
So my oldest memory is from when I was less than a year old.
My getting to know you question? What is your oldest memory? Please share in the comments below.