MOLLY of RETURN OF THE WHITE ROBIN is hosting the last Fun Monday for February!
February 28: I would like to hear about an early childhood memory. If you would like to participate in this event, please sign-up using the Mr. Linky widget over at Molly's blog.
The first is of spending the night at my grandmother's house. She had a bow-end bed in her guest room (which my mom has now). On that bed were some white sheets with little yellow roses all over it. And the pillow was very soft and fluffy. I suspect it was filled with down. And the sheets and pillow smelled so good! I remember snuggling down into the bed and feeling so comfortable... sleep came almost immediately. Also in that room was a bookshelf with a globe and this little white cat on top of it. When she died, my brothers and I got to pick something from her house to remember her by. I picked the llittle white cat that shared my nights watching over me at Grandma's house. And in the morning? Soft boiled eggs and honeydew melon. And Howard Johnson Toastees.
My second memory is also bedtime. When I was very little and was still tucked into bed, I got to have bedtime stories. My father grew up the son of an actor and was an accomplished reader. Stories of Winnie-the-Pooh and Christopher Robin and their adventures in the Hundred Acre Wood filled my ears as I nodded off to sleep. My nighttime friends were Piglet and Tigger, Rabbit and Kanga. I always related to Kanga, being big sister to so many kids. Later as I got older, different characters expressed my personality well. I spent a little time as Eyeore, some as Owl. I've never really been Tigger, but right now, I would say I'm Rabbit. A bit OCD, valuing organization and order. I like it clean. But I tolerate the foibles of my friends, who may not be quite as organized as I am, and if one got stuck in my doorway, well, I might use their legs as towel racks too. It's called making the best of a not so good situation. I work on doing that every day. Even now, all these years later, Pooh has much to teach me.