posted August 25, 2015 03:10 PM
I cannot really determine THE earliest memory. But one very early memory was from our living room in the first appartment my parents had. I had forgotten about the colours, until my mom pointed out, quite surprised, that I had picked the SAME colours for my own living room when moving here. lol (yellow, orange and terracotta).
The couch was green.
Anyway we had HUGE windows and I was in the living room and there was such a great golden warmth and light streaming through the window, and when I was looking out and into the clouds, the clouds formed an image like a ring, and I remember that I thought (no, was CERTAIN) that God was looking down and watching over us, and I also remember that I felt really serene, calm and happy.
There are others not so nice memories (like visiting my great grandfather in the hospital, shortly before he died, when I was about 3 years old, or jumping into the swimming pool and drowning, before my Dad pulled me out, or even how I thought that at night, behind the glassy door that separated our sleeping rooms from the living room, I was convinced that behind that door there were wolves at night. Do not ask me how on earth I got that idea.
But I must have been no older than 4 or 5 years at that time, and possibly much younger, as it was before our move.
Or I remember my uncle playfully threatening to put me in the frying pan and fry me. which if I think about it was quite a sadistic thing to say. LOL
Or how I managed to push the TV to the floor which then imploded and my aunt who was babysitting me was angry with me cause she panicked.
But some of the really early memories also are about me being in the back of a car, when we were riding home from a family visit. or visiting my great grandmother and having to lay down for a rest (apparently parents think toddlers need to sleep much. lol) and they were having a lamp with the most beautiful woman I could think of back then - it later turned out it was Eva Peron. lol
I do not even think she is that beautiful,b ut as a little kid I did.
And of course I remember asking my mom about my brother, why his eyes looked so different than of other children, and my mom explaining to me that all children are unique and special, and as I am special in my own way, he was, too, but that he would always need extra care and love of his family. Which I found strange back then, cause it seemed so unneccessary to mention, of course I would care about him, I was his big sister anyway (and I knew my mom was a big sister too, and she was caring for her little sister, who ha just moved in with us at that time).
Of course I did not understand back then what the word "Down syndrome" means, but I understood that he needed the whole family`s support, and I understood that I could give an important part of it, too. which made me strangely proud. Well it did not keep me from tearing out his hairs in big lumps, jsut as he did mine (and may I add, he was a biter! he bit me so hard once, that the skin on my back started bleeding. We were just fighting like any two young siblings would. lol)
Other very early memories were, possibly so persistent, cause it was a year long ritual at sleeping time.
My Dad would make me tell him 3 things and he was making up a story incorporating these things. unfortunately he could never remember the story the next night, it was always a new one.
And then my mom would come and sit at my bed and sing several songs to me. they were always the same, but my favourite and the one she ended with was this:
1.
Once was a Prince and a Princess
that loved one another so dear,
each other they could not possess,
|: too deep was the water clear. :|
2.
"Oh dear heart, can you not swim here,
my darling swim over to me,
I will light two candles, have no fear,
|: by their light the way you’ll see." :|
3.
An evil fairy heard their planning,
pretending to be sound asleep,
she blew out the candles, damning
|: the Prince to drown in the deep. :|
4.
It was on a Sunday morning,
the people were happy and gay,
except for the Princess, mourning,
|: with tears in red eyes, this day. :|
5.
"Oh mother, my dearest mother,
my head feels as were split in two;
I’d like to stroll somewhere other,
|: perhaps by the water blue." :|
6.
The mother alone went to church,
the daughter to the shore did run,
she walked so long til her search
|: for a fisherman was done. :|
7.
"Oh fisherman, dear fisherman,
would you like to earn a great prize?
Your net in the water today can
|: fish me a Prince where he lies." :|
8.
He threw the net in the water,
to the bottom so deep it sank,
he fished long for the King’s daughter,
|: then brought the Prince to the bank. :|
9.
The fisher’d fished for a long time,
before the dead Prince he’d found.
"Now look here, my dear maiden fine,
|: here’s your Prince in my net bound." :|
10.
Her two arms cradled the body,
and she kissed his cold lips so pale,
"oh lips could you but speak to me
|: again my heart would be hale." :|
11.
Her robe around herself she wound,
and then leaped into the deep sea.
"Dear father, mother, I have found
|: my grave that you shall never see." :|
12.
The bells they tolled throughout the land,
of woe and want were heard loud cries,
two Kings’ children lay close at hand,
|: both never again to rise. :|
She only sang the first 3 verses though. and wow, not a nice song at all. lol
Lindaland
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posted August 25, 2015 01:51 PM
Couldn't stop thinking about that for a long time after I read it.
posted September 04, 2015 02:51 PM