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Jul.28.2010
The image that I recall is a line of little kids bawling and clutching their moms who were bawling and clutching their kids. After the painful mother-child separations, Miss Hickey, the kindergarten teacher, took guardianship of us. Being taught by Miss Hickey was a rite of passage that every kid...
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Jul.28.2010
Marjorie had just had her third birthday and was feeling very grown up. Across the living room, Rusty, their long haired mutt lay beneath the black and white stove, his body propped against the legs that looked like claws. Bread was in the oven and the smell drifted throughout the house, crawling...
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Jul.28.2010
My earliest memory that I know is a true memory and not a photograph-induced one is of my Aunt “breaking into” the backdoor, which for some reason was in the bedroom I shared with my brother. In my child brain, she was an Adult, and therefore certainly doing something appropriate and grown up. ...
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Jul.28.2010
This is an interesting challenge because at 62 I remember many things but I have to sift them some to figure out which is "earliest". I think I'm about 2 or 3, living with my mother (my father left before I was born and I did not meet him for several years). There was a man named Frank...
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Jul.28.2010
I am twelve years old and on summer vacation with the sister closest to me, who was twenty-one, and my mother, who was an old fifty-two and subject to migraine headaches. We are at a cabin on Fox River Lake, a summer place outsideof Chicago. There is a rowboat tethered to the dock leading...
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Jul.28.2010
My very first memory is of standing in my crib waiting for my grandmother to come pick me up from my nap. I know it was when I was taking a nap because I slept with my grandmother in her bed otherwise, her back to me and my little arm wrapped as much around her waist as I could possibly manage. I...
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Jul.28.2010
An Early Start on Entrepreneurship
This was an early memory, and my earliest memory as an entrepreneur. At age 10 I set up a store called “Pam’s Place” in my room. I had this Dutch half door in my room. I put up a colorful sign for my new business, unlocked the top portion of the door, and...
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Jul.28.2010
The world around me was huge. The bars that held me in were large enough that I couldn’t get my head through. My hands would grab at the silent air, feeling for things unseen to the outside world. I cried for a bottle that awaited me from another world. My diaper was wet and I needed someone to...
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Jul.28.2010
I am floating in darkness in that soft place between wakefulness and sleep. I am warm, squeezed, as I am in life, between two sisters, all of us snuggled under a huge hand made quilt. I can feel my their breathing, even and deep. I can hear my restless cousin's rustling bed clothes, as he kicks...
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Jul.28.2010
Some stories feel rooted to my psyche, as if I’ve always known them. Like the story of my father’s job interview with the CIA. I feel as if I was told this story as a young child but in reality I was twenty when I learned what he did for a living. By the time I first heard the parrot story I...
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