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My earliest memory was when I was sitting in a high chair in my grandpa and grandma Rhees' kitchen. I had on one of those old hard plastic bibs that comes out in front with a place to catch all your food. I had eaten all my food except my cottage cheese. My mom must have told me that I couldn't get out of the high chair until I had eaten all my food. I really didn't want to eat the cottage cheese so when no one was looking I scooped the cottage cheese into my bib and said I was finished.
I felt so guilty because I had put the cottage cheese in the bib on purpose and knew that I was supposed to eat it. I hoped that no one would notice and they didn't. I got out of the high chair without anyone questioning why the bottom of the bib was full of cottage cheese. I know that I felt really guilty because I haven't ever forgotten what I did.
I probably wasn't over three years old or I wouldn't have been sitting in a high chair. This thought came to me today. The light of Christ (our conscience) was with me when I was born. Even at three years old or younger I knew I was supposed to obey my parents and in this case - eat all my food and I chose not to. I knew what I had done wasn't right, but I did it anyway. I made a wrong choice.
Everyone is born with the light of Christ. When we make choices that are wrong the light gets dimmer and we aren't as sensitive. When we continue to make right choices the light stays strong and we maintain a strong conscience that guides us throughout our life. I learned at an early age how I felt when I used my free agency and deliberately chose to make wrong choice.
I guess I should tell my parents after 55 years. Maybe they'll read my blog post and I won't have to. Ha!
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What would be really funny is if they tell you they really knew all along what you had done. lol.
Just noticed your grandparents surname of Rhees - did they have Welsh Connections and was it origianlly spelt Rees?
What a humorous and meaningful post Kathy. Thanks.
My earliest memory is my twin sister and I sitting in the evening time on the porch swing with my mother singing, " I See The Moon" and " Tell Me Why". We were 3.
I have always thought my son Eric has been such a spiritually inclined child. His Aspergers/Autism makes it painful for him to tell anything but the truth. Following rules is something he feels he has to do.
He tells on himself if he eats something he shouldn't. He tells on himself about things that we secretively laugh about because it just seems like every kid should have something they do that maybe is breaking a rule that mom and dad don't know about.
He always prays for forgiveness when he thinks he's hurt someone else's feelings, which is not very often.
I think there is truth to what you say about the light of Christ. Since Autism makes a child more sensitive to everything, perhaps he just senses that connection more so than most.
Sitting on a by a flower garden as my mother pulled
weeds.....everything turned green and I had my first
seizure! I grew up with childhood epilepsy....fortunately
grew put of most problems and able to function with no
medications which is a blessing! Other early memories
hiding and crying!! Lol.... I'm the youngest of 4 and I
think my older sisters and brother enjoyed traumatizing
me!!! I do my best to remind them of all those 'fun' times
often!!! Lol.... Wow, thanks for digging up all those
regressed memories Kathy!! Lol....kidding! Have a great day!
Oh yea I would have hid the cottage cheese too! I still don't like that stuff! Just looking at it gives me the willies! Yuck! Lol........
Dont have any memories before about 4 and a half. Recall going back to visit my grandfather in the bakers shop we lived in before we move. He had take it over again.
Nothing like your memory Kathy.
Mine is probably around the same age. My grandpa was a mail carrier and I would get to go on his route with him. We would stop along the way and get blackberries fresh of the bush. Then we would stop at one of his stops, which was a store, and the owner would give me an orange soda. I loved to stick my tongue in the bottle as a stopper and then let the cool orange soda rush into my mouth! It was so good.
Oh Kathy, you are just too cute. I love your history. I can't wait for more. I was thinking, why not do a autobio? :)
Wow, after reading that first post I've decided I have to stop texting so fast on iPhone and start proof reading my post!! Lol...
My earliest memory was standing in the back yard of my parent's first house. There was a swingset.
I looked over to the neighbor's house and there was a chandelier hanging in their dining room. (The houses were really close together).
I don't know if I should feel guilty about my voyeuristic behavior, but hey, I was only 4 yrs old.
I agree with Stacy - I would have ditched the cottage cheese. Yuck!
I was thinking about conscience yesterday while shopping and the clerk forgot to ring up an item.
I reminded her to ring it up because if I was aware of it, I would have felt guilty.
I'm thankful to God that I still feel that warning from Him when I am tempted to make a wrong choice.
Kathy, you were a child and I'm sure you're parents knew what you were doing! Ha! It certainly gave me a chuckle and it's what any other child would have done in that situation - please don't worry!
Dianna
U.K.
My earliest memory is probably around the age of 2 or so. I was sitting in my highchair eating my supper. The rest of my family was finished eating, so my Mom was clearing the table. My Brother (who would have been 7) decided he was going to hang around my highchair and make faces at me (to try and get me to laugh....or to annoy me...I'm not sure which). As I ate, but really mostly just played with, my food, I watched my Brother bob up and down around the tray of my highchair, singing, laughing, and making goofy faces. Finally, he came right up to the side of me, contorting his face into the silliest look possible .........
.... and I gleefully responded by scooping up a mound of mashed potatoes with my hand and smooching it right into his face. Aaaah, those were the days! Hee, Hee! : ) Oh, as for cottage cheese, Kathy.....most people look at me funny when I say this, but I just love it with a bit of ketchup. Seriously! The ketchup gives it a nice tangy zip! Most people scrunch up their faces when I say that, but if they actually try it they usually end up saying: "Hey, that's not bad!" Just a thought if you're ever offered cottage cheese in the future. : ) Anyway, thanks for sharing your stories, Kathy. I always enjoy reading your blog. Actually, I really think you should write a book. Well, take care, my friend....Till next time, Hugs!
Wendy
Canada
Kathy, I'm sure your parents have forgiven you!
Is it you on the picture? Lovely little girl!
I love reading your blog, and I also think you have a gift and could write a very interesting book. If you ever decide to do so, I'd be on the list to buy and read it.
My best thoughts to you and your whole family.
Love from France.
I don't know how old I was, probably about 3 or so?? but I remember running around a flower bush next to our house in Chico. I remember my mom had always said don't be running around the bushes (They attracted bees like you wouldn't believe!) but I did anyway--I was having too much fun and the flowers were these yellow daisy like--They weren't daiseys but really pretty--anyway sure enough one of the times I did this --I ran back into the house screaming because i'd been stung--at least once--can't remember how many times--LOL Wonder if I learned my lesson?? ha
I remembered something form my past and asked my mother about it. I described to her what I remembered to see if it was valid, she said it was and that I was about 2. I will not post what it was because it was not good. That is my earliest memory. Some others that are happy revolve around Christmas times at my grandmas house. I still think that there were special Christmas trees that were about 20 feet tall, cuz grandma had one every year. I was always in awe of this huge tree she would get.
I like your analogy of the Light of Christ. We refer to it differently in our faith, but the effects on ones life are the same.
I think Kathy this blog is wonderful to read, but I'm with the others, you could write a book and still do the blog. Only do a book though for your own enjoyment.
Kathy,
One of the earliest memories I had was when I was around 3 or 4 and I was riding my tricycle around the yard waiting for by brother and sister to get home from school.
My dad was in Korea also but he was out about 5 years before I was born.
as for cottage Cheese- I love it. I eat it all the time, although I have never had it with ketchup.
You look a litle bit like my sister in that photo.
One of my earliest memories is shortly after we moved to Jamesville - we had a redbone puppy named brownie. I was just 2 years old and he would chase me around the yard. It's the only memory I have of brownie because as a redbone the cold northeastern winters were not suited for him and he died that winter.
One of the earliest memories I had was when I was around 3 or 4 when I was on holidays at my grandparents' home. Every evening I was going to say "good night" to my grand father and he gave me a little candy.... Beautiful memories of my grandparents
Love
Cathy
I remember sitting in the Priests home and my brother receiving his name (baptism, christening). I was between 2 and 3 years old. Weird to have such a memory.
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