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Wednesday, November 25, 2009
 
4:45 PM

Back Where I Come From


me outside of our house in Midwest City with my beloved doll "Pebbles" (I named her that because she had hair on top of her head like Pebbles Flintstone) and my doll stroller, which I loved!

Welcome to my new blog where I will be posting pics (and anecdotes) of people, places, and things from my youth. I think everyone has a list of childhood things that still spark a familiar warmth inside of their hearts every time they see or think of them. There are many things that effect me in that way. Some of them were not all that magical back when they were a regular part of my world, but have become so now because of the memories attached to them. A lot of things that seemed mundane back when I was a kid are now priceless heirlooms to my sentimental heart. Still other things that I will list, are things that are so special that even 30 or 40 years ago, they made my eyes dance and my heart pound with joy. Rarely do parents realize, when purchasing a toy at Christmas, a new pair of shoes at Easter, or some school supplies each August, that those things will be remembered as rare treasures for a lifetime by their children. My mom doesn't even remember buying or doing a lot of the things I reminisce about today but it warms her heart to realize that every effort, big and small has been recorded by my heart and brain, creating a wealth of memories that constantly remind me that in spite of some very, very dark family times resulting from my dad's alcoholic years, I had a good childhood. Yes, I carry a lot of scars upon my heart. It was definitely not a perfect life that we lived over on Madison Street but overall, it was a good life, just the same because of my mom and all of the incredible things she did on a daily basis to let me know that I was dearly loved. Even amidst a lot of sorrow and fear, there was always a deep and abiding love that kept me safe and warm. The tangible reminders I intend to post here on my blog were/are important to me because like the song, each of them remembers "when".