This morning as I snuggled with my two year old grand daughter I got to thinking about the past two years and all the time and energy that has been put into raising her- the unfaltering care and attention of three sets of grandparents, her parents and sitter. She has been surrounded by books , music, toys, paints, crayons and every imaginable activity that can be conjured up and afforded by her family. Her social development is fostered by a large family network and activities with children her own age at daycare, birthday parties and  playground visits.  I wondered how her upbringing compares with my own preschool years.  I have so few memories that far back.

As I  flip through the mental pages and find the genesis of my memory the earliest I could recall occurred at about two years of age.  My memory is as follows.

I am in a toddler’s wooden sleigh.  It has a semicircular wooden frame at the back that supports a pillow which I am leaning back against. There are blankets wrapped around me which hardly seem necessary seeing that I am clothed in a snowsuit, cap. mittens and boots.  The sleigh is being pulled up the street which runs perpendicular to the one my home  is on.  I can see my house as we labour up the hill.  I believe one of my younger aunts is pulling  the long wooden handle and the runners are slipping through the snow on the side of the street.  It is a bright sunny day but everything is covered in white  drifts.  As the cars go by I hear the rattle of chains that keep the tires from slipping and sliding under icy conditions.  I don’t remember the last time I heard chained tires.  I feel the frost in the air and smell the winter freshness. And I am warm and snug in the blankets that are wrapped around me .  The only cold is what I feel on my cheeks which are no doubt red as two apples.  I have always had apple red cheeks in cold weather.

I can picture the exact spot where this memory takes place.  It is about half way up the hill and alongside Cashin’s property.

I wonder just why that particular day, that particular spot and that particular sound had such an effect 0n me that sixty years later I can relive it just by closing my eyes and allowing the details to appear.

Do you have a memory of an event that early in your childhood?  Can you smell it, feel it, picture it?  Why do you suppose that memory stands out?

Which activity of the many hundreds will stand out in my grand-daughter’s mind, I wonder.  Will there be one that will pop up spontaneously without the props of photographs or videos?  I hope I will be around long enough to find out.


6 responses »

  1. Anonymous says:

    That’s a lovely memory. I’ll have to try and jog my memory and see if there is anything I can recall. That will be sometime in the future as my life is fairly busy these days.

  2. Darlene says:

    What a wonderful memory. I have a picture of me bundled up in a snowsuit and blanket in a sled as well. (In the prairies) I imagine the feeling of being warm and safe and loved remains with us forever.

  3. […] Earliest Childhood Memory ( […]

  4. I recall dressing up to go to South Brook Park. I’ve forgotten most images. No photos either as my siblings chopped them up when a babysitter said it was okay to do so. I wasn’t there at the time.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s