|Put The Memories In a Book|
Ages three and four were when we lived in Exeter, California, prior to our move to Oakland.
I remember Mother washing clothes in an old wash tub in the yard and hanging them out to dry on a line. She used one of those old fashioned wash rub boards to get out the spots and make sure everything was clean.
The outhouse was vivid in my memory, but I was very tiny, so a small potty chair graced the back porch just for me.
Even at that young age, I was manipulative and it has served me well. Mother thought I was asleep so she quietly carried me to my bed, except by the time she laid me down I was out like a light.
That year living in the rent house cemented age five in my memory. The move after that was to a home purchased by my parents and it held all my childhood memories until I married, and left home at age 18.
Begin now to write your memoirs. Go ahead and post them.