Daily Prompt: The Early Years


My oldest sister apparently thought I was similar to a doll, she seems to be having a great time holding me up, while my brother looks like the perfect gentleman.



My first year was crowned by an incredible homemade birthday cake made by my mom, I really don’t remember that day, but by the look on my face I’d say it was a good one.


I enjoyed quiet times with my big brother, not sure why we were sitting on the kitchen table. 🙂 He was probably telling me about the latest mischief he got into that he didn’t want mom to know about. When I was about six years old he and I thought it would be a good idea to have a rock fight in the basement. The floor was still dirt and rocks, before dad put a concrete pad down. At some point during the dule I sat up when I should have ducked and took a rock in the head. Mom took care of the damage and my brother hid the whole day for fear of what would happen, lol


My days were always filed with cats, plenty of them. I’m the little blonde in the middle. My dad used to tell my youngest sister and I we had cats for breakfast. As soon as we woke in the morning  we would go out to the barn and play for hours.


The all important weiner roast was a special time for us, I can clearly remember going on many of them. My mom always baked homemade hot dog buns, and we always had a big mason jar with orange Freshie and one with grape. Freshie was a Canadian drink mix that was a popular alternative to Kool-Aid, from the 1950’s to the early 1980’s. My dad and I were the only ones who loved out hotdogs roasted until they were black, and with mustared of course.


Growing up on the farm was the best place for a kid to be. There was never a shortage of fun things to do, and plenty of space to explore. My dad was a farmer his whole life, and loved it each and every day.

I can remember picking handfulls of beautiful, yellow dandelions for my mother. I would walk up to the house holding them behind my back, hoping to surprise her. Many years later she would tell me she always knew what I was holding, but never spoiled my surprise.


This is one of my favorite photos from the early years, we had gone on a drive with mom and dad, and as usual he never passed up a photo oppertunity.

My wish would be, that every kid has as many warm memories as I do.


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