quote:Originally posted by The Rabbit: I remember asking my dad why grandma had her eyes closed. Evidently I didn't understand his answer because what I remember him saying was that she had her eyes closed because everyone was watching her and that as soon as we were all gone away she would open them.
Maybe he really said that! I sometimes say absurd things to my nephew just for the sake of making his life a little more interesting. (and also baffling my sister)
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I remember asking my dad why grandma had her eyes closed. Evidently I didn't understand his answer because what I remember him saying was that she had her eyes closed because everyone was watching her and that as soon as we were all gone away she would open them. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Rabbit, I have to say that's a creepy thought. Maybe he did say that though. Maybe it was his defense mechanism for dealing with the pain of the loss. Maybe he wanted to think that was going to happen.
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When I was young, I remember watching my dad play and sing in his group. He played the drums and sang at certain concert venues all while I was growing up(actually he still plays). I particularly remember him playing the song Listen To The Music. I heard him play and sing that song often, and then I heard it on the radio years later and thought, "that's my dad's song, he wrote that." I seriously thought all through grade school, and even into middle school, my dad wrote and performed that song. It wasn't until I was a little older, and thinking for myself that I came to understand the Doobie Brothers own and created that song, and my dad happened to be a fan of their music and tried to emulate their style during that period of time.
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I remember holding my Grammy's hand when I was barely two, at the top of a long wooden staircase in our house on Cooper Point. I was wearing very slick patent leather shoes. I remember her gasp of horror. I next remember being in my mom's arms in the front seat of my dad's police cruiser, lights flashing and sirens wailing. I remember gobs of balloons in the ER.
My mom reassured me I was not losing my mind. One of the nurses was having a birthday.
Let's see . . . what else from those very early days?
I remember wandering downstairs in this same house and the TV (which was really off) seemed really on, and was talking to me. I was crying. My dad found me and picked me up and carried me back to bed. Apparently, I had lots of high fevers when I was little.
And . . .
My three year old birthday cake. Which had covered wagons and cowboys and Indians and cactus and tipees.
And then we moved to Hoadly Street. Which brings all sorts of other memories. Like wild thunderstorms, huge snowfalls, getting my toe caught in the spokes a teen's bike while perched on the handlebars, having a teen stop the car whose gearshift I moved from park to reverse from rolling out into the street, confessing this sin to my grandfather, the ghost in the rocking chair, jumping on my bed and hitting the light fixture, on and on . . . We moved from this house when I was a bit over 4.
What I wish I could remember was my infancy in San Franciso ('69) when -- according to mom -- the only thing that calmed my colic was being in the babypac with my dad (my biological dad, not the man who raised me, the one with the police cruiser int he earlier memory) at the festivals. Apparently, I very much enjoyed the music.
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Shan, Great, so you were a weed-smoking baby?
It sounds like you had a very interesting childhood. What was with all your high fevers? did you grow out of being so sick?
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quote:Originally posted by The Rabbit: I remember asking my dad why grandma had her eyes closed. Evidently I didn't understand his answer because what I remember him saying was that she had her eyes closed because everyone was watching her and that as soon as we were all gone away she would open them.
Maybe he really said that! I sometimes say absurd things to my nephew just for the sake of making his life a little more interesting. (and also baffling my sister)
Knowing my Dad, that seems very highly improbable.
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I remember leaving the reservation when I was very little on a train with my mom. I remember that I had spilled my popcorn all over the place and the conductor (who was black) was really angry because he had to clean it up. I remember crying. The conductor came over and said he was sorry he didn't mean to make me cry. I asked him why he was so mean and said "I am an indian too." He brought me another bag of popcorn.
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