#MFRWauthor 52-Week Blog Challenge Blog Hop
Week 2: My Earliest Memory
This isn’t a good topic for me. My earliest clear memory was a sad episode involving two young lives—mine and my youngest and only living brother. It had a lasting effect on both of us. However, I didn’t know he remembered it until later years. This isn’t the early memory I’ll write about today.
For this topic, today I’ll go with an earlier memory that happened before the one mentioned previously. For this memory, I have a blurred vision of being on a porch at about two years old. (according to pictures) My dad and favorite uncle were there. I see myself sitting on a high post above the railing around the porch. Maybe my dad held on to me, because after all, it was a post. I’m picturing my dad in a white t-shirt and my uncle in a button-up shirt.
I remember laughing, but I would if my dad and favorite uncle were there. My uncle Eddie was a funny man until the day he passed away. My cousin takes after him. I know I wanted down from the post. If my memory is correct, my uncle lifted me down. As a little girl, I always wanted to be around he and my dad when they were together.
At the time, my older brother by nine years must’ve been around somewhere. He and I would’ve been the only kids in the family, not counting my other uncle “Up North” who had three kids by then. This is an uneventful and boring memory, but picturing myself laughing at such a young age, can’t be bad.
It’s funny how every now and then flashes of a memory pop into our heads—some of which are triggered by scent. The smell of Chanel No 5 perfume reminds me of my maternal grandmother. The smell of asphalt reminds me of walking to school one day and seeing a dog lying on the ground near where men were laying asphalt. The dog had gotten into hot asphalt. 😦 Crayons remind me of both going to school and then working in school. In life, there are things we don’t want to remember but we do.
Albeit, there are some things we don’t want to forget…but sadly, we do.
I’m curious to learn about other early memories. You too? Come along and visit the Marketing for Romance Writers BLOG HOP website with links to the other participants.
Y’all can share your memories below.
I’m in the middle of revising and cutting half a book so I can add another book to it to make a new second edition. I’ll catch up with your blogs this week. I haven’t forgotten you.
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Mary J. McCoy-Dressel 
14 thoughts on “A Time For Remembering #MFRWauthor”
RaineBalkera
Thanks for sharing!
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Mary J. McCoy-Dressel
Thanks for visiting, Raine. Stay warm.
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Teagan R. Geneviene
Sometimes those flashes of very early memories can be so sudden, and so unexpected. It was nice to hear yours, Mary. Hugs.
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Mary J. McCoy-Dressel
You’re absolutely right, Teagan, and sometimes I wonder what the heck triggered a memory when they pop in like that. I’ve had a busy weekend and have been late replying to all my comments and reading other blogs.
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Trevann Rogers
Yeah, LOL the smell of Juicy Fruit gum reminds me of my fathers mom.
You’re lucky you have those early memories. For some reason those are lost to me.
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Mary J. McCoy-Dressel
Hi, Trevann. I’m truly thankful that I’m able to remember most of the memories. Thank you for stopping by. 🙂
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Cathy Brockman
I am glad you had an early memory of laughing to top off the bad ones.
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Mary J. McCoy-Dressel
Thanks, Cathy. Those memories with laugher became rare after a while, but life went on.
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Ed Hoornaert
Laughter is a wonderful thing to remember. I must say, though, that I wish I knew what was so funny.
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Mary J. McCoy-Dressel
I don’t remember what was so funny, Ed. Maybe my uncle teased me about something. At about two, I probably didn’t know what teasing meant. Maybe I was happy to get their attention that day.
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D. Wallace Peach
I don’t remember anything from those young years, but if I did, I’d want to remember laughing. Thanks for sharing your memory, Mary. A lovely glimpse into the past. ❤
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Mary J. McCoy-Dressel
That’s about as far back as I can remember. I remember the description of the porch from pictures. After that we lived at my grandmothers, but I don’t remember moving to her house. It was before I went to kindergarten. Thanks for visiting, Diana.
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Helen Henderson
Any memory of a happy time or even just laughing especially at an early age is a precious one.
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Mary J. McCoy-Dressel
Thanks for reading, Helen. I agree, and that’s why I chose this one over the other one. 🙂 Have a fun weekend.
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