Easter Clothes

When my sisters and I lived at home and especially when I was very small. My mother would buy us Easter dresses, gloves, hats and purses and shoes. It was always so fun to get our new Easter clothes. I always thought I was as beautiful as my sisters and felt so pretty. I remember one Easter in particular. My mom got me a light pink dress, white hat with long bow ends hanging down, white gloves and white anklets with black patten leather shoes. Sid got the same thing only in blue. Mom always dressed us the same, much to my sisters dismay. I always thought it was so neat to look like my big sister because I thought she was so pretty and I wanted to be like her. That's when we lived in the house across the street from where I do now, so I had to have been about 2. I remember a dress that I got for Easter when I was 12. It didn't look like Sid's. By then she was 15 and that would have been horrible for her. :) But the dress was yellow with white decorations and white shoes with big heals. They were important shoes. (the kind that make noise when you walk, click clack, click clack). Anyway, my grandma died and I wore that to her funeral. After a while the shoes bottom of the heel came off and it was hollow. I loved them even more because I would wear them to school and walk down the hall and they when CLIP CLOP, CLIP CLOP. It would just echo down the halls. I thought I was so so so so cool and important too :)It was great!!!

Memories

I've been told that I should reminisce and write about memories. So I will do that. Keep in mind though my life has been very ordinary and not very exciting. But here goes.... My earliest memories are when I was a baby in the crib. I must have sucked a finger or thumb and my mom put "Thumb" on it and I was falling asleep and put my falange :) (Thanks to "Bones") in my mouth and screamed. My mom came running upstairs to give me a drink. I was probably 3? I also remember when I lived across the street from where I live now. The house was torn down years ago, but it had a large wrap around porch and I remember looking up the stairs and thinking how steep they were. I was 2. The basement stairs from that house went to the neighbors and their sons used them for stairs to their tree house. As a two year old how would I know that those were the basement stairs, but I did. I was a strange child :) I also use to play in the street in the sand with trucks and tractors. And we would rake our leaves into the street and I played in the pile of leaves in the street hiding in the pile from the cars. I just shutter now when I think of it. In this day and age a car will whoosh through the leaves to watch them fly. Why was I allowed to play in the street? It was a different era. Wow.