How often do you ask yourself...........
WHERE DID THE TIME GO?
Typically, life events cause me to pause and ponder that question.
Birthdays....my own
my children's...
But not today.
Today I am just remembering
A different version of dreamtravel
This morning I have revisited the home
and fields and woods of my childhood
Happy days and lightning bug nights.
with thoughts of antics with my favorite person in the whole world
before the teenage years arrived
and we morphed into awkward creatures
My brother, Larry.
next in line of what eventually became 5 siblings to me, the oldest.
The photo above is at the New York World's Fair.
I look worried.
Certainly not as gleeful as younger (by two years)brother.
If you are wondering who cut his hair, I am pretty sure it was my father
as I have vague memories of the three boys sitting for Dad,
clippers in hand and hair falling to the linoleum kitchen floor.
we never knew if there would be that telltale nick
in the back of the head that left a bit of white patch.
I really should ask my brother if those hair cutting days were traumatic.
Now if you are wondering who was responsible for my short, short bangs...hmmmm
probably my Mom, but I don't remember.
That curly hair was not natural I can tell you.
Nope, straight as an arrow my hair was and is.
That curl took some doing!!
Pin curls or rollers.
Every day.
Even now it's a challenge to get it to do SOMETHING.
My brother and I were thick as thieves...best friends.
Sharing a huge upstairs bedroom for a little while
and making shadow puppets on the
wall thanks to a nightlight......
laughter always brought Dad up the stairs
EVERY night.
We would get in trouble for playing and laughing and NOT sleeping.
Seems crazy, actually. To get 'in trouble' for laughing........
Good thing Dad is 2500 miles away now, I guess (not really)
I'd be in trouble every day.
MANY times a day.
I wish you a laughter-filled
life.
