I don't remember which of these memories came first, so I'll mention a few of them.
I remember a daddy long legs spider crawling up me and being very scared. I remember that it looked so big to me.
I remember getting carrots out of the bottom drawer in the fridge with the older girls and feeding them to a horse that was behind the fence in our back yard.
I remember playing with a next door neighbor on a slide and he got mad at me and had a plastic knife that he scared me with. I remember that I left my tricycle in front of his house and I didn't dare go get it by myself because I was afraid that the other little boy was going to get me.Dad walked me over to get it. I seem to remember a stream behind his house as well?
I remember moving from a neighborhood and going over to see a neighbor's parrot before we left.
I remember being baby sat sitting on the front lawn of one of our houses, and I chased after the older sisters that were going somewhere (for some reason I am thinking a store?) and I stepped on a bee and it stung my foot. I remember the babysitter putting mud on the bottom of my foot to make it not hurt so much.
I remember that I had a favorite pair of trousers. I want to say green, but I can't remember for sure the color.
I remeber Dad taking me to go get cowboy boots and being so excited.
I remember watching a little boy on Sesame street with sandals and I wanted some. Mom took me to go get some.
I think I remember riding in a moving truck with Dad to our house on Sundrift Circle.
I remember going to see Dr. Witzel and sitting in his office and loving to look at this pet squirrel. I remember getting shots from him and the smell of his office reminded me of shots. I remember that I got shots from him also just before kindergarten and that my leg was so sore that I couldn't play as well with the other kids at home in the playhouse. I remember many times sitting in the waiting area.
i was kneeling down looking at my little sister - she was 2 years younger than me - and i decided to just stick my finger in her eye - so i just stuck my finger in her eye. i remember feeling like a mean older brother. i wondered if she could ever forgive me for being a mean older brother - but i was just so curious so i stuck my finger in her eye - i remember being so curious that i didn't even have the capacity to know if it was wrong to stick your finger in your little sisters eye. i remember her eye felt squishy and soft. maybe kids aren't so idealistic or sonderful as i imagine them to be.
it is kind of blurry in my brain, but i was sitting on the couch next to mom and the older kids were at school, and i felt so secure with mom next to me, i felt safe, and i the sun was shining through the window, and she tied my shoe for me, and i was thinking how i might go outside and play. i don't even recall if i went out and played. i just remember sitting their with mom -sitting there next to mom.
a few years ago me and jon watched an old family video of our family - i saw mom when she was like the age of the girls i am trying to date - and me and jon realized why dad married her - not that mom isn't gorgious now - but when she was in her early to late 20's she was a babe - a babe with long dark black hair - a babe from the nile - man she was bubbley and young and dark hair, and me and jon looked at each other and thought - i can't believe it - look how how mom is! i imagine when we die we will see each other beautiful like how me and jon saw mom that day when we saw her on the video recorder from when she was 25 years earlier.
I remember our back yard in Boston and thinking it was like a forest. There were, what seemed like to me, big trees. Also, in boston I remember the entry way of the Romney's house. There were stairs. I think my earliest memories were from Boston. I better go to bed. I can't type very well . . . i have a brace on my wrist. I'll write more later.
I formed some of my earliest memories in the summer 1949 when I was about 30 months old. In July that year, our family went camping at Fish Lake with Mother’s family. Great-grandmother Minnie Christenson Taylor, Grandma and Grandpa Taylor, Bob and Margaret, and Norma and Winston were all there. My brother, Rock, was born in May 1949, and I remember standing in the doorway of Dad’s old green canvas tent and seeing Mother’s black baby buggy where she was keeping him. I remember Mother going out onto Fish Lake on a boat with Uncle Bob and being worried that the boat would sink and wetting my pants while I was riding on Dad’s shoulders as he carried me on a path alongside the lake.
About three weeks later a large Cadillac hit and killed Great-grandmother Taylor instantly as she crossed Main Street in Gunnison on her way home from Sunday evening sacrament meeting. Our family went down to Gunnison for the funeral. Great-grandmother Taylor had a door in the floor of one of the rooms of her house that led down a short, steep set of stairs to a rock cellar where she kept things cool. The door in the floor to the cellar was covered by a rug. Mother moved the rug, opened the door, and took me down into the cellar. After that, I walked around the house looking under all the rugs, thinking that there might be other cellars under the floor and other doors in the floor leading to them.
At the funeral or viewing, Mother held me up so I could see into Grandma’s casket. I remember Grandma’s face and lifeless body and asking her if she was breathing. When she said Grandma didn’t need to breathe anymore, I tried to hold my breath to see what it felt like to be dead. It all seemed very natural to me and I wasn’t frightened. This experience and memory was certainly the beginning of my attitude about death being something natural.
I can also still see in my mind’s eye what I took in at the time to be many mounds of flowers as I looked out over the cemetery. There was likely only one mound—Grandma’s new grave.
Another earlier memory came from what I now realize must have been Christmas Eve1948. I got out of bed with a sense that Kathleen and David were still in bed and that no one else was up. The house lights were all on, and I wandered around our little house on 500 South. I remember the Christmas tree and Christmas decorations. After a few minutes, I came upon Mother and Dad in the back hall or laundry room. Mom or Dad (or both of them) was standing on a chair, retrieving something from high on the shelves. They responded with a mixture of surprise and amusement when they saw me standing there and put me back to bed.
One of my earliest memories is of when we went to Disney Land. I remember holding a balloon or looking at one, and staring out, and having to look upward to see the crowds and rides. It seems so huge to my little body. I remember going on the Magic Mountain ride, I think it is called, the one with the white abominable snowman. I remember going into dark tunnel, and it was really bumpy. Everything was shaking and rocks were falling from the sky. I remember seeing the abominable snowman,and watching Mark's glasses fall off. I was pretty scared and didn't know it was just a ride. That is the only thing I remember about disney land.
I also remember eating a big bucket of raisins with Judith Ickes. We sat on stools on the patio while dad built the brick wall that borders the patio.
the earliest memory i remember was having the flu and i remember throwing up all over my crip and crying until mom and dad woke up and put me in the bath tub. the bath tub was really my first memory i think but i kinda remember throwing up all over the crib and stuff.
however there was one moment in my life i remember when we were coming home from a grociery store. i dont remember what one it was but i remember they had watermelons in the front with little yellow spots and somebody telling me they were bee stings and that they made the watermelon taste good. from that moment on it was like i had been sleeping and then i woke up and started actually rememboring every thing and started living.
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I don't remember which of these memories came first, so I'll mention a few of them.
I remember a daddy long legs spider crawling up me and being very scared. I remember that it looked so big to me.
I remember getting carrots out of the bottom drawer in the fridge with the older girls and feeding them to a horse that was behind the fence in our back yard.
I remember playing with a next door neighbor on a slide and he got mad at me and had a plastic knife that he scared me with. I remember that I left my tricycle in front of his house and I didn't dare go get it by myself because I was afraid that the other little boy was going to get me.Dad walked me over to get it. I seem to remember a stream behind his house as well?
I remember moving from a neighborhood and going over to see a neighbor's parrot before we left.
I remember being baby sat sitting on the front lawn of one of our houses, and I chased after the older sisters that were going somewhere (for some reason I am thinking a store?) and I stepped on a bee and it stung my foot. I remember the babysitter putting mud on the bottom of my foot to make it not hurt so much.
I remember that I had a favorite pair of trousers. I want to say green, but I can't remember for sure the color.
I remeber Dad taking me to go get cowboy boots and being so excited.
I remember watching a little boy on Sesame street with sandals and I wanted some. Mom took me to go get some.
I think I remember riding in a moving truck with Dad to our house on Sundrift Circle.
I remember going to see Dr. Witzel and sitting in his office and loving to look at this pet squirrel. I remember getting shots from him and the smell of his office reminded me of shots. I remember that I got shots from him also just before kindergarten and that my leg was so sore that I couldn't play as well with the other kids at home in the playhouse. I remember many times sitting in the waiting area.
I remember being in a crib and being really bored. Staring at the wall.
I remember waking up and someone marveling..ann or someone about how I had peanuts on the roof of my mouth from family night the night before.
I remember eating snickers and stuff and playing games and the excitement in the air.
I will have to rack my brain for some more!
Abi
i was kneeling down looking at my little sister - she was 2 years younger than me - and i decided to just stick my finger in her eye - so i just stuck my finger in her eye. i remember feeling like a mean older brother. i wondered if she could ever forgive me for being a mean older brother - but i was just so curious so i stuck my finger in her eye - i remember being so curious that i didn't even have the capacity to know if it was wrong to stick your finger in your little sisters eye. i remember her eye felt squishy and soft. maybe kids aren't so idealistic or sonderful as i imagine them to be.
it is kind of blurry in my brain, but i was sitting on the couch next to mom and the older kids were at school, and i felt so secure with mom next to me, i felt safe, and i the sun was shining through the window, and she tied my shoe for me, and i was thinking how i might go outside and play. i don't even recall if i went out and played. i just remember sitting their with mom -sitting there next to mom.
a few years ago me and jon watched an old family video of our family - i saw mom when she was like the age of the girls i am trying to date - and me and jon realized why dad married her - not that mom isn't gorgious now - but when she was in her early to late 20's she was a babe - a babe with long dark black hair - a babe from the nile - man she was bubbley and young and dark hair, and me and jon looked at each other and thought - i can't believe it - look how how mom is! i imagine when we die we will see each other beautiful like how me and jon saw mom that day when we saw her on the video recorder from when she was 25 years earlier.
I remember our back yard in Boston and thinking it was like a forest.
There were, what seemed like to me, big trees. Also, in boston I remember the entry way of the Romney's house. There were stairs. I think my earliest memories were from Boston. I better go to bed. I can't type very well . . . i have a brace on my wrist. I'll write more later.
I remember the Romney's house.
This is Dad.
I formed some of my earliest memories in the summer 1949 when I was about 30 months old. In July that year, our family went camping at Fish Lake with Mother’s family. Great-grandmother Minnie Christenson Taylor, Grandma and Grandpa Taylor, Bob and Margaret, and Norma and Winston were all there. My brother, Rock, was born in May 1949, and I remember standing in the doorway of Dad’s old green canvas tent and seeing Mother’s black baby buggy where she was keeping him. I remember Mother going out onto Fish Lake on a boat with Uncle Bob and being worried that the boat would sink and wetting my pants while I was riding on Dad’s shoulders as he carried me on a path alongside the lake.
About three weeks later a large Cadillac hit and killed Great-grandmother Taylor instantly as she crossed Main Street in Gunnison on her way home from Sunday evening sacrament meeting. Our family went down to Gunnison for the funeral. Great-grandmother Taylor had a door in the floor of one of the rooms of her house that led down a short, steep set of stairs to a rock cellar where she kept things cool. The door in the floor to the cellar was covered by a rug. Mother moved the rug, opened the door, and took me down into the cellar. After that, I walked around the house looking under all the rugs, thinking that there might be other cellars under the floor and other doors in the floor leading to them.
At the funeral or viewing, Mother held me up so I could see into Grandma’s casket. I remember Grandma’s face and lifeless body and asking her if she was breathing. When she said Grandma didn’t need to breathe anymore, I tried to hold my breath to see what it felt like to be dead. It all seemed very natural to me and I wasn’t frightened. This experience and memory was certainly the beginning of my attitude about death being something natural.
I can also still see in my mind’s eye what I took in at the time to be many mounds of flowers as I looked out over the cemetery. There was likely only one mound—Grandma’s new grave.
Another earlier memory came from what I now realize must have been Christmas Eve1948. I got out of bed with a sense that Kathleen and David were still in bed and that no one else was up. The house lights were all on, and I wandered around our little house on 500 South. I remember the Christmas tree and Christmas decorations. After a few minutes, I came upon Mother and Dad in the back hall or laundry room. Mom or Dad (or both of them) was standing on a chair, retrieving something from high on the shelves. They responded with a mixture of surprise and amusement when they saw me standing there and put me back to bed.
One of my earliest memories is of when we went to Disney Land. I remember holding a balloon or looking at one, and staring out, and having to look upward to see the crowds and rides. It seems so huge to my little body. I remember going on the Magic Mountain ride, I think it is called, the one with the white abominable snowman. I remember going into dark tunnel, and it was really bumpy. Everything was shaking and rocks were falling from the sky. I remember seeing the abominable snowman,and watching Mark's glasses fall off. I was pretty scared and didn't know it was just a ride. That is the only thing I remember about disney land.
I also remember eating a big bucket of raisins with Judith Ickes. We sat on stools on the patio while dad built the brick wall that borders the patio.
this is michael.
the earliest memory i remember was having the flu and i remember throwing up all over my crip and crying until mom and dad woke up and put me in the bath tub. the bath tub was really my first memory i think but i kinda remember throwing up all over the crib and stuff.
however there was one moment in my life i remember when we were coming home from a grociery store. i dont remember what one it was but i remember they had watermelons in the front with little yellow spots and somebody telling me they were bee stings and that they made the watermelon taste good. from that moment on it was like i had been sleeping and then i woke up and started actually rememboring every thing and started living.
michael
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