About Me

My photo
This is a true story about my life beginning from 1962, the year I was born, to now and beyond. For the most part, I am writing this blog for my kids to keep my memory alive after I am gone and my story can be passed along to future generations but I welcome anyone who wants to read it. My life may be crazier than some and boring compared to others, but it's mine and I invite you to journey with me through the last 50 years. Be ready to laugh with me, cry with me, be angry with me, love me and yes, at times....hate me.

Sunday, March 31, 2013

The new neighborhood and the neighbors

The neighborhood was pretty cool! Mom and I went exploring. Pushing my stroller down the newly paved sidewalk, jibber jabbing to all the neighbors ( Mom could REALLY talk but that's another story) introducing me to several other girls my age who to this day are still friends.

 One was Lorraine, she was a little younger but oh so cute. Now it's ok if I say that but when Mom said that, my jealousy came bubbling up along with a tantrum or two.(you will hear of many more to follow) Don't worry, I finally learned to forgive her. Lorraine's parents were from Germany...I loved the accent and I was able to learn a little German over the years!

The other girl was Sherry. A cute little girl, my age with the most beautiful orange hair! Her and I started preschool together and on to Kindergarten. We had our own special song...it was called "we're going to the dairy" we sang it over and over and over and.....well you know. She moved before we started first grade but that didn't stop our friendship.

No comments:

Post a Comment