First Memories

So I asked my daughter.......Dear, where do I begin my blog? Her reply was....." duh...from the beginning". That's from my college-educated girl-child. Hmmm. Ok. Right,

Me and my baby brother

My earliest memories are of three-year-old me belly down on the floor, sliding on an angle. The entire house had slipped off its supporting foundation of cement blocks and was tilted. I found myself on the floor sliding, releasing peels of laughter and giggles. The adults around me did not seem amused at all.

Years later I learned that what was a fun time for me was a time of terror for the adults. The 1965 monster- Hurricane Betsy- had thrown our small wooden house off its foundation. It's funny how I had fond memories of that day as a kid. A child's worldview is undoubtedly different and in many ways hopeful.