#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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I manage my writing time much better by beginning after the above-mentioned wake-up routine with iPad and coffee. Otherwise, if I turn on my laptop and continue with social media, etc., I am distracted and time gets away from me. By writing first, I am more productive. Later, I can do more of the non-writing related work.
Velia, is living with an abusive husband. How ironic for her since she is on a plane returning from a funeral for her aunt in Italy who died at her husband’s hands. She left three children behind. Velia has an awakening, and begins her plan of escape and she carries it through.
Mary J. McCoy-Dressel 
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