Childhood Memories

This is the house I grew up in, located right on Main Street.  It was white when I lived in it.  I lived here until I was seventeen and had graduated High School.  When I went back to see it, it seemed so much smaller.  Is that because we are "grown up" now? I wish I could have gone inside.

This is where I went to church...St Teresa's, located on Main St not far from what was (and still is, I believe) called the "Hollow".  While my sister and I went to a Catholic Church, my cousins attended a Protestant Church.  We were given a ride to and from church and Catechism every Sunday.

Here is the drugstore, again, right on Main Street.  We used to go here for ice cream sodas!  I was surprised, yet comforted, to know that it still exists to this day.

This, although hard to tell from the pic,  is the bridge that I used to jump from down into the river!  When I revisited it, I was a little concerned because now the river is not deep at all.  When we jumped you had to stay close to this side in order not to touch bottom.  It was great fun and it was just a short walk down the hill from our house.  Now, corn fields grow on both sides of the river.

This pond where we used to go skating in the Winter.  Located not far from the house we moved to once I graduated high school, I used to walk to the pond, spend the morning skating, then walk home again.  

Once I tripped on a bump in the ice, fell, broke my arm and walked home.  Then I was taken to the hospital where it was x-rayed, set and cast.

Six months earlier, while carrying the garbage down to the burn barrel, I slipped and fell in the snow  When I got back to the house and told my Aunt, she told me to go upstairs and change.  When I came down, I showed her the cut bleeding profusely on my knee.

However, it was when I showed her the gaping 1 1/2 gash across my shin with all this white tissue bulging out that she freaked.  She wasn't happy.  They took me to the local doctor, who removed threads of dungaree and fleece (from my boot lining) from the wound before stitching it up.  I still have a nasty scar. 

I do not have a lot of photos of my childhood with my guardians....maybe 4 or 5 at the most between my sister and myself.  The few I have, I cherish.  This is one I've chosen to share.  Based on the outfit, I would have to say Easter Sunday...before Mass.

When my sister and I were growing up, because out birthdays were only two days apart, we always shared a birthday cake.  Once older and on my own we always joked about having "our own cake."  Telling one of my friends the story a while ago, I was surprised with "my own cake" a few days after my birthday.

This, my friends, is the birthday cake I was given for my 70th birthday.
A ricotta pie and it was delicious...:)


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