My Early Years...

 I have some very early memories of My Life.  Those memories don't go back to my time in the womb, and not even the time I was a babe in arms.  I think my earliest memories are from when I was about 2 or 3 years old.  I wasn't tall for my age...ever.  I wonder, how tall is a child standing in an old fashioned claw bathtub if the child's nose barely comes above the top edge of the tub?  Yeah, not too tall.  So...maybe only 2 years old? 

 I have a very distinct memory of being in an old claw bathtub with my father.  The 3rd floor flat we lived in was in a 3-family, 3-story apartment building from the early 1900s. The tub was old fashioned, and it went along with the small white hexagon (with a black center) floor tiles.

Something about that time in the bathtub has stuck with me over the decades. I seem to remember a lime Popsicle and something unappetizing....perhaps a poop in the water?  It's hard to know how to interpret a memory that occurred when I had a very limited vocabulary.  To this date, I don't like lime-flavored foods, but I love fresh limes. Did that memory, real or not, leave a bad taste in my mouth?  I can only guess.

 I often think of the many memories I have from my very early years.  How can I have such thoughts when I had very little vocabulary to describe events?  Did I have the visual memory early on and then embellish the memory as I gained knowledge and added to my vocabulary?  What about photos?  If we had photos from those early years, did those "photo glimpses" of my past help to reinforce any memories I carried with me through the years?  I wonder.

I'm including some early photos with this post, and there will be more in future posts.   Please bear in mind, although I started my blog years ago, I haven't spent enough time on it to learn the "ins and outs" of the program.  It will be a bumpy ride for a while....but isn't that reflective of Life?  Life is a roller coaster.  Ups and Downs!  If I started out with perfect posts, how would you know if or when I improve?  Nope.  Perfection is greatly over rated!

 

Me with my mother. I think this is the best photo I have ever seen of my mother.  Was it the glow of new motherhood?   Perhaps, but that must not have lasted long. 

 

                                                     

Me with my maternal grandmother (Emma Muntean), born in Romania

Me with my father and my paternal grandfather, aka Gramps.