It is interesting to think back to some of my earliest memories. Some I’m not sure how old I was at the time. Other memories, because of what was going on, I know my age. I think when something was really different in my life is when I have a very vivid memory of that occasion.
*One summer my mom attended summer school in Moscow at the University of Idaho. I have a memory of running up to the “I” tower with my brother and sister. I was maybe three.
*I have a very vivid memory of having the mask come over my face, and being asked to count backwards from 10 when I was in the Paulsen Building in Spokane to have my tonsils removed. I was four.
*I remember having a toy iron and a toy toaster, and trying to iron or insert our cat Peter Twinkle Toes in the play toaster. I was three or four.
*I remember my brother and sister used to play “sandwich” where they would put me in between the mattress and box spring on the bed and then lay on the top mattress.
*Another “fun” thing my brother used to do was try and wake me up by blowing his baritone in my ear.
(Yeah, Raymond Pert and Inland Empire Girl SEEM like really wonderful people…can you believe the things they put me through!!!) LOL
*I remember attending a Tupperware Party and meeting a little girl named Tina. I was four. We are still friends today.
*I remember Mary McKenzie’s daughter babysitting me one time. I must have got in trouble, and she put me in my crib, because it was in the room downstairs that later became my brother’s room. If I was still in a crib, I must have been two or three.
*I remember being at Cummings’ house two doors down, because Lynne babysat me. I remember waking up from a nap one time on one of their beds. I was four.
*My dad was a bartender at the Sunshine Inn when I was pretty young, and occasionally we would go to dinner there and sit in the “Noah Kellogg” room. (It was the Noah Kellogg room because there was a large colored picture of Noah and his Jackass on the wall). The highlight of going to dinner at the Sunshine Inn was getting to drink a Shirley Temple.
The memories really began to become vivid when I turned five and started kindergarten.
But those remembrances are for another day.
