My Memoirs II
Recently, I began to record my memoirs. I had to stop and now I am resuming this task, because I feel it is important for my granddaughter to know her grandmother. This way if I have not answered all her questions before I pass on she will have this written record of my life to refer to.
My Memoirs II
Around March 1978, I got married. The blush of love was upon us. We didn’t even have to get married.
Around 1961, I was in the third grade. My teacher took us into the auditorium to watch a momentous moment in history on TV. By the time the old black and white had warmed up, I was already in trouble. I was caught playing with yarn, making cats in the cradles. She took my yarn away. I think we watched John Glen circle the world in his space ship. Darn, I miss that multicolored yarn.
Around July 1973, my roommate and I threw firecrackers out our dorm window in a hospital zone. Thankfully, they called the wrong student nurse, Terry, down to the house mother’s office. She never did rat us out to the house mother and the school didn’t really want to know either. Whew.
Around November 1963, President Kennedy was assassinated. This was not supposed to happen in the United States of America. It only happened in real poor countries or communist countries. President Kennedy’s violent death was a betrayal and an end to my political innocence.
Around August 1964, I spent most of the hot summer up in a tree. There was a constant breeze and I stayed cool. We didn’t have air conditioning. My mother decided to harness me into a bra and I was no longer allowed to climb my tree. I still don’t understand why. Maybe my mother was worried my glandular growth would be retarded.
Around March 1978, I was attending my wedding reception when my father announced that he knew it would be a cold day in hell when I got married. It was 4 degrees that day in Kansas City, Missouri. My father continued to say that it was cold enough today to qualify.
Around April 1966, I requested to not have to wear anklets socks anymore. I wanted to wear hose. So, I was outfitted into a girdle that had elastic straps that hung down to hold up your hose. I figured it out eventually. Thank goodness, panty hose came out a few years later.
Around November 1989, I had a hysterectomy. No reason really. I worked in surgery, and one day I just threw myself onto the operating room table and refused to get up until I no longer had a uterus.
Around July 1965, I became a woman. This event was celebrated with another harnessing of me with a “sanitary belt” that was supposed to hold the “sanitary pad” in place. It was very traumatic. Forget the cramps, I hated sitting on those darned leaky 2 inch thick pads that made you walk funny.
Well, around now, my granddaughter is going to wake up from her nap and I will get to change her and let her crawl and cruise around the place until she screams that she is hungry. Then I will feed her. She has 2 teeth now. So, I must stop any further chronicling of my memoirs until later.
Elizabeth Price
June 11, 2008
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Axilea
I absolutely love your use of the word harnass in these chronicles! This entry shares many emotions but it's your sense of humor that steals the show. Excellent! Keep these coming!! Love and Hugs~
Sheila
Regis
Embraced ~ Embrassé
Vickie
Beautiful sentiment that she will read and treasure.
and have a few laughs especially about sanitary belt
I heated!!
Peace Love and Light...Morning Star
"Around March 1978, I was attending my wedding reception when my father announced that he knew it would be a cold day in hell when I got married. It was 4 degrees that day in Kansas City, Missouri. My father continued to say that it was cold enough today to qualify."
1978 was the year before I was born.
"Around November 1989, I had a hysterectomy. No reason really. I worked in surgery, and one day I just threw myself onto the operating room table and refused to get up until I no longer had a uterus."
You definitely are a comedian!
"Around July 1965, I became a woman. This event was celebrated with another harnessing of me with a “sanitary belt” that was supposed to hold the “sanitary pad” in place. It was very traumatic. Forget the cramps, I hated sitting on those darned leaky 2 inch thick pads that made you walk funny."
Learned something today, didn't know about that period.lol
Be always safe,
Karen
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Love how it weaves in and out, back and forth, and yet, all connects -
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
Cryssa
God Bless
Michelle~