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May 16, 2007

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Merry Jennifer

My earliest memory, which may be entirely false, is of us in an apartment building. I remember you opening the door and a man was standing there. He had brought us an aquarium and he was carrying it in his arms. I have no idea why I remember this or if it was even true, but it's the earliest thing I can remember. Could this have been in Savannah?

tina

I've been thinking of my earliest memories since I read your last entry. I'll get to that tomorrow.

What I wanted to say is that as a teacher I find that I really can hear my students' voices when they write something that is meaningful to them - like a first memory. They can be very powerful.

Heck just recollecting my own memories brings back a lot of details - real and/or imagined.

Sherry

Age 5 - Besides sitting on a large woman's lap (Aunt Lottie from California), my earliest memory is getting slapped by my first grade teacher for talking to you...then silently cleaning the toilets at school for punishment.The toilet lid fell down on your thumb and you had it bandaged.

Age 5-6 - Giving Steve a drink of clorox on the back porch where the wringer washing machine was located.

The next memory (age 6)was when we were eating popcicles on the pyramid of concrete blocks with Steve (at the top)gave one block a tiny nudge and it bounced off your head and slid down your back. Seeing you in your kerchief to hide the blood, maybe, and watching you and Mom ride away on the bus made me sad but getting a new OK tablet and fat pencil from Mom when you all got back from the doctor's office made your injury worthwhile and made the anxiety and sadness disappear. Everything was O.K.

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