




It is raining cats and dogs outside today and I am 47. I am looking through the photos and remembering the wonderful birthday presents that I received almost every year or so I got a new brother or sister for a present. I am so grateful for them all and so glad that God reminded me of His overwhelming favor in these things by sending a downpour to mark my day. I am thinking back to the 1 through 5 years and I think I will entitle them open mouth insert foot. All of my photos have my mouth wide open. The one photo with me walking around with my mouth open, I remember as the day that we lost President Kennedy. That was the last time I remember standing there smiling like that.
Dad said that I was such a greedy baby that I would've gobbled my mommy alive, it looked like. They were always trying to get a handle on my appetite. I ate alot and I sang alot and I still do. Learning self control is not natural to anybody and clearly not to me. My new years resolve is to control my candy snack eating binges and that is not easy on your birthday.
My wonderful husband brought me flowers and candy and ordinarily I wouldn't even share a one of them. Let's see how I do with that.
Dad said that he wanted me to be faster than everybody else's baby on the job. So he put me on the floor as soon as my legs could stand it and tried to encourage me to walk. I am not blaming my brain damage on the resultant fall, but something must have caused the silliness:).
Dad and I spent enormous amounts of time with eachother and he tried to make me memorize stuff all of the time and sent me on little errands into this room and that room to get stuff to increase my memory. He made me memorize phone numbers from here to Brooklyn and that type of thing and he was into every class I had at school to see what I was remembering of what I learned. That is why he called me his "Frankenstein monster".
This is a picture of Dad's dad Ethan Jack Bodden, when I was born.
1 comment:
Great retrospection... I love seeing the old photo's mixed with the new! The music is so joyous Thanks for your vision your love shines through I miss you: as Grandma Monica would say, madly.
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