Thursday, July 30, 2009
A Stroll Down Memories Forgotten
So, I recently went through Mom's stuff and found almost every school picture I ever took. I also found my 8th grade Class of 1987 yearbook. I have a page where I list my likes, dislikes, dreams, etc. I thought it would be fun to check out where those things stand today. My favorite class: English Definitely not my favorite later on. I like history and lately science! Season: Winter Really, winter? Gah! I hate winter and whine terribly about it. Day of the Week: Saturday Well, it is the best day of the week. Song: Nothing is going to change my love for you I don't even remember the song. Food: Veal Parmesan I spelled it wrong on the page! I can not remember the last time I ate that. Chicken or Lamb Vindaloo on the other hand.... Snack: Chocolate covered ice cream Well, that is good but not my favorite. I'd have to think about that one. Pastime: Writing Maybe then...not now...Reading, knitting, kickball, etc maybe, writing not. Actor: Jimmy Stewart Got to love the movie Harvey.... Actress: Katherine Hepburn Hmmm... today maybe Kate Winslet... Movies: Tea House of the August Moon and Harvey I did have a little bit of taste then... TV Show: Perfect Strangers It should say LOST. Sport: Baseball Baseball! Ugh.... baseball is like watch paint dry. Now, football and hockey, those are sports. Team: Boston Red Sox Double ugh. Really? I have vivid memories of listening to the Patriots on the radio with Dad since they didn't sell out. Player: Marty Barrett Who? Singer: Glen Maderios Who? Animal: Gerbil Well, we did have one at the time that I was blamed when it died. My cat may be a bit jealous. I wanted to be a journalist. Those ambitions went out with Freshman Photography 101 and long nights in Bradley University's photo lab on Friday night. I am barely mentioned otherwise. Typical really. Given what was going on at home at that time with Mom and Dad, I'd say I am very lucky to really have made it without being an alcoholic or drug addict. Also, not leaving my room for years, did a number on me also after being teased about my body. The consequences I still live with today. What sums it up is if only Mom and Dad had gotten me help back then.....but it made me stronger today. Really though, Dad and I have talked about this endlessly. I kept things to myself. I didn't want to get in trouble. If only I spoke up, things would have been drastically different but in a good way, who knows. Mom was a pack rat, hoarder, whatever you want to call it. She kept everything, even my teeth. If I had a scanner, I may have posted some of the photos. It is hard to believe she cared at times when she was depressed but I know she did. Now, with her dementia, she pats me on the head and rushes about how I am the first born, how happy she was when she was pregnant with me.... I wish the old Mom was back with some of her new features. The woman who would listen to Barry Manilow while she was vacuuming and we'd dance along to the music and the one now who hugs you so tight you can hardly breathe. Magic wands do not exist.