My Dad has located a journal my mother kept when I was a toddler just learning to speak. I am absolutely thrilled and so grateful that he found this, because I was semi-looking for it when I was visiting after my mother’s funeral in May. I sort of assumed I’d run into it while we were clearing out her clothing, and at the time I was too flattened to get it together and ask Dad if he’d seen it.
Well, without me asking, my Dad found it! He’s been sending me the scanned pages, a few each day, about the best email drip campaign I could have ever signed up for!
I thought I’d share this one, because it’s something that I actually remember happening. I used to go to my aunt & uncle’s apartment some days, and I spent a good amount of time with my uncle. When I got older, I used to go live at their house for a week or two in the summers. I have three strong memories of visiting their North Bay apartment:
1) going “fishing” with my uncle in a stream I later learned had no fish. I used a lure that looked just like a rubber frog. I really loved to go fishing with my uncle.
2) the hamster my aunt & uncle had as a pet. I loved that little creature, although I was too rough with him and he bit me once. As he should.
3) my lame excuse to try and trick my uncle into giving me canned peaches:
Second breakfast? I must have been a hobbit in a past life.
This time when I was learning to speak, my mom amused herself by teaching me complicated alternatives to simple words. Instead of teaching me “That’s hard to do,” she taught me “That’s difficult. That’s an arduous task.”
As you can see, I occasionally misused these bigger words, or got them mixed up with similar-sounding big words. Either way, my Mom got a kick out of hearing big words fall out of my little kid mouth. I remember a lot of what I said made her chuckle, and years later she first showed me this journal she kept of all the things I said that day that made her smile.
I’m really glad to have this now.