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retro

Jim and I are working our way through boxes of family photos, scanning and condensing and making packages for other people in the family. Tonight I ran across these two shots



I can't tell you how much I wanted a cat when I was small. My mum was afraid of fur bearing animals, so it didn't happen until I was in college.

These were taken when my mom's younger sister married a sailor in that post Korea era (they were childhood sweethearts, and I think she was about 17) and he was stationed in Rhode Island.



I have no idea who the kitten belonged to - a neighbor on the base, I guess. I did carry it constantly for the two days we were there. Nor do I have any idea why I seem to have a childhood desire to be Shirley Booth, but it does seem to look that way - god, look at those shoes!

The other clear memories I have of this trip are the Merrit Parkway, roller coaster of the American Northeast; and of my cousin Bobbi Jean teaching me to blow bubbles with bubble gum ( a process that included removing the gum from the mouth, flattening by hand, and returning to the mouth. eeww. Seemed so logical at the time)

And I remember going clamming with Frankie (said sailor) early one morning. We walked along companionably, pants rolled as high as they would go, feeling in the sand with our toes and chatting, or being companionably silent (which I was quite good at as a kid, since I spent almost all my time with adults, and I always had so much I was thinking about.) No-one worried about me in the Ocean - I had been swimming in the Ocean since I could walk. But swimming was not part of the called for procedure, walking was. And so, I simply walked companionably along, hand in hand, until the water was over my head.

I still don't know why everyone panicked over this - I popped up as soon as I needed to breathe and swam back. (grownups! Sheesh!)

I don't think it was nearly as dangerous as the time we drove to New Jersey (A roadtrip in those days) to visit an elderly Aunt, When we were leaving, my mom noticed her slipping me what looked like hard candy, and when we got in the car, she asked to see it. It was a handful of mothballs.

Family. How do were ever survive them?


Speaking of family - to Chris, somewhere in Boston: I miss you, I hope you will be home soon, and not just because I miss you, but because I hope that means your Mom is doing well.
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  • sleep talk

    Just before he woke up, jim leaned over and said, "Thank you for helping me with the pork atoms."

  • protons

    Is there a superperson who got their powers from protons? I am getting a second chance at having an origin. I am about to start proton…

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