~ GIVE ME A BREAK..I'M OLD..~

If I've shown these pictures before..although I just took them recently, just remember, my memory is slowly slipping away. :)  

Old folks do this.  They visit the past more and more.  Mull things over, remember things they often would just as soon forget.

Not me.  I don't want to lose a single memory, good or bad.

It's my life.

It was in 1942 and we lived in Portland Oregon.  The war was raging.

  It's been a long time ago and my memory, as memories do, has shut out a lot of what happened..but some things I do remember. 

My baby brother had choked on a peanut..perhaps some of you remember me writing of it some time ago.  

We had come home from the doctor's office where the Doctor had told my parents that Georgie   would be fine and not to worry, they were over reacting.  When my baby brother breathed, there was a whistling that came from his chest.  But they accepted what Dr. Poacher said and took their little boy home.  He was about two and a half years old.  I was six, I think.  

I had a doll with golden curls, and she was all dressed in a long red cape of velvet with a white satin gown underneath.  She was Snow White from the Fairy Tale.  

 At the side of the house was a water faucet and later that same day when we had returned home, I was outside playing.   As I walked down the driveway, I saw a bucket of water and as I came near I saw my beautiful doll stuck head first in the bucket of water.  Georgie had found her and probably decided to wash her hair..who knows.  Just as I was pulling her out of the water her hair came off in the bucket.  I was furious with my little brother.  I looked up and saw him coming toward me..down the drive.  I think I may have yelled at him...I don't recall but suddenly he fell to his knees and couldn't get up..I ran screaming into the house and told them that Georgie had fallen and couldn't get up.

The rest I've already written about in a much earlier post, but briefly, they rushed him to the hospital where they operated to try and remove the peanut that had lodged in his little lungs.  He died on the operating room table.

My guilt for being so angry with him was terrible.  I think I have remembered it differently for a long time.  

 I didn't go to school for awhile.  They said I was too upset but looking back over the years, I think my mother needed me near.  She was never the same after that.

 None of us were.

We moved to California soon after..I think within a year.  My toys were left behind.

It's things like this that I go over in my mind when I can't sleep.  

My baby brother would be 74 years old now

How I wish I had him back.

 I've slowly replace all my childhood toys..except for the little red umbrella with the scotty dog handle.  Also a composition baby doll with black painted hair.

I search ebay..some come close..but no.  It's not her.

 I found many of the things in the pictures above at garage sales.  Even the sweet little sofa table.

 The little wick buggy is in perfect condition.  Someone loved it very much.

The wicker highchair is really different.  I've never seen one like it.  $35 at a garage sale.

That's it.  That's all I have. 

We had rain and hail and wind today.  You would have thought we had won a million dollars the way we all yelled and celebrated.  Tomorrow..(too cold and drizzly today) we are going to go out and take picture of the snow in our mountains.  

You want I should send you some....hmmmmm?  :)

I'm just teasing you!

Love,

Mona