Nanny's Nostalgia
Things Remembered
I have often heard it said that you can not remember things that happened to you prior to the age of 5. I doubt that this is true . Over the yearsIi have exchanged stories of my childhood with others who also remember events that took place very early in there lives. i would like to share some of my memories with you. Won't you come along down memory lane and share with me some of the happiness and saddness that have played a role in making Nanny who she is today.Take my hand as we slowly drift back in time to January 27,1938.This is the day I was born.While I don't remember a lot about those first few years I have vivid pictures of the apartment we lived in over a bar room. It was very convenient as my mommie and daddy spent much of their time there.Once when I was about two got a live rabbit for Easter. One night while my parents were in the bar I woke up to find myself alone in the apartment with my rabbit. Somehow I managed to get out of bed, drag the poor bunny into my crib and commenced to play with him until my parents came home.Imagine their dismay when at 2AM they had bunnie pellets to clean off the crib and baby.A year later there were strange things happening. I faintly remember My Nanna coming to visit one day and bundling me in a blanket, loading me in an express wagon and pulling me through the alleys to her house. We never returned to my house again and it seemed like a very long time until I saw my daddy again.Nanna lived in an apartment on the town square. It was fun living here. I could look out the window and watch the people going to the movie house across the street. Later when I was older I got to go to the movies for free.On Saturdays I would go to the movie house called the Shootin Gallery. The only movies they showed were Westerns. It cost 12 cents and you could stay all day.I used to sit with my feet curled under me because the kids said they had roaches and rats that would run over your feet. It was a wild place. Kids would throw JUJUbees and Raisinettes and they would get stuck in your hair. Once My older brother took me in the morning when the theater opened and wouldn't take me home. I decided to go on my own. When I got outside it was dark and I was afraid. I cried so hard they had to go into the theater, find my brother and make him take me home.I loved my brother dearly and was glad we could be together. Until I moved to Nanna's he lived there but i didn't. Because he was born to my mother before she married my father he would not allow him to live with us.My brother was fun. He taught me how to shoot paper wads with rubber bands,play Sky King with his cardboard airplane instument panel purchased with cereal box tops. He was always the pilot and I was the passenger. Trouble with that game was that I would always lean the wrong way. When he turned to the right I would lean to the left. Could this be why I have a phobia for flying?Everynight we listened to The Shadow and Captain Midnight, and sang along with Gene Autry on the radio. It was so much fun having a big brother but then he moved away. My Nanna had to move to Virginia with my aunt and uncle and he had to go along. They said it was because he was being adopted. (More to come tomorrow)
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