I happily admit that I was a pampered child. My mother's family had two older babies and another was born 6 weeks after I was. But all of them were half a country away. I got all the attention that would have been shared by 4 of us.
My grandmother had small children as was common then. My youngest uncle is 3 years older than me. Even so all the aunts and uncles even the little one treated me like the most important thing in the world. Grandma and Grandpa doted on me like grandparents will do.
During World War II when my father was in the Navy, he bought kimonos for his wife and daughter. He did not even know my mother then. I was that daughter so I have always felt special because I was What Daddy wanted.
My parents were there for all of us which made us all feel so secure. We had love and attention.
One of Mom's older sisters was married. She and her husband wanted a baby but it just was not happening. So I filled an empty spot in their lives. And I loved it.
I spent many weekends with them. I had special meals. We did fun activities. There was even a box full of toys. My favorite was a toy telephone. I remember it well.
As a quick side note my aunt had her first baby the same year I had my first baby. Life is good.
Grandpa's brother and his wife also spoiled me. We called them Uncle and Aunt. She spent the school year away because she was a teacher at a public school on one of the Indian Reservations. Still I was treated to movies and treats.
During the summer I would sometimes stay with them. My aunt worried about me for what I thought were silly things. I slept on the couch. She would line up chairs by the couch to keep me from falling. I was around 8 years old for goodness sake.
My uncle would take me with him when they cut the hay. He never did any of the work. He hired others to do it. It was fun to watch.
Then when the cut hay dried it was time to build the stacks. My uncle hired Indians from the local tribe for that job. I was fascinated listening to them talking to each other in their native language. I am sure they were talking about how cheap my uncle was.
These are only a few of the people who made me feel special. I am happy.
Wonderful memories and stories you have.
ReplyDeleteI have a million of them at least. Thank you.
DeleteFantastic childhood memories. How beautiful to remember them. It is very important to have people who make you feel special. Have a beautiful day🌷!
ReplyDeleteI had a special childhood. It was filled with love.
DeleteYou have lived a beautiful life.
ReplyDeleteYes I have. I am so fortunate to have been so loved.
DeleteI must confess, Emma, that when I read these posts about your family and how close knit it was, I am reminded of The Waltons TV show in a very good way.
ReplyDeleteAll I know is that I always felt special.
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