MEMORIES

Several people have commented on my memory since I have been writing this blog. “How do you remember such things?” they ask me. The answer is “I don’t know --- I just have these recollections in my mind, and I spout them out.” They may not even be right, but I go with the way I remember them.

There’s one memory, or at least part of it, I had forgotten that BJ reminded me of. The part I don’t remember I guess I buried out of guilt, but I’ll tell it like she says it was.

We were visiting Mother’s cousins, Bob and Pat, (remember Bob was the wife in this twosome) in Orlando when we were about 8 and 11 years old. We were going over to Daytona Beach the next day just for the day and we had enough money for one beach ball, but not two. Mother and Daddy obviously thought that one was enough and wouldn’t cough up the money for another one. So it was up to us to find the money.

I remember that we looked up and down the streets in the gutters, etc. for change. And then comes the lapse of memory for me. BJ said that when we couldn’t find enough on the sidewalks and streets, we began looking inside the house in various places --- in chair cushions, under the furniture and worst of all, on dresser tops. We found enough change, but in effect, we stole it. No wonder I don’t wish to remember that.

Maybe that’s the reason we didn’t go back the following year --- we weren’t invited. We went two years in a row and loved every minute of it, but I do wonder why we never went back. That’s one of the million questions I wish I could ask my parents.

That’s also why I write this blog --- so my children and grandchildren won’t have to say that --- all of the questions would have been answered. Or at least a lot of them.