Friday, August 7, 2015

Who's TWO?

Who's two? Well, we are. That's who.
Howdy y'all! Crystal, here. Yes, many pictures we share today are from when your friends here at Stitches Thru Time were a part of that clan known as the "Terrible Twos." Did I say that out loud? Oops. Anyway, enjoy our adorable pictures and some of our earliest memories. (We've got a surprise waiting at the end of this post, so stay tuned. AND NO PEEKING. Yeah, I caught you. :) )

Well, Amber, kick this off for us. What is one of your earliest memories?
Amber Schamel, Age 2

Amber Schamel: The earliest thing I remember is staring at a chart on my wall in anticipation of gaining the prize. I was a thumb-sucker, and my mom told me that if I didn't suck my thumb for a certain number of nights in a row, I would get a WHOLE candy bar to myself. I've been a charts and lists person ever since.

Caryl McAdoo, Age 2
Caryl McAdoo: Since I was an only child at two—actually until I was eight—I remember times spent with my mother. We’d ride a bus from our house in mid-town Dallas (Hester Street) to her parents’ home in far NW Dallas. But it isn’t the ride I remember as much as the walk to the bus stop. I have no idea how far we had to go, but Mama would always stop and let me pick up little treasures I’d find on the sidewalk or in the adjacent grass along our way. I still recall picking up a bluejay feather or a penny, sometimes a shiny button or broken bird’s egg. She’d stop and we’d examine it and she’d tell me about it.

Carole(2) w/brother &
Poppy.
Carole Brown: I remember so many times sharing memories w/both sets of my grandparents, and both had totally different personalities. Paternal grands were: Poppy and Big Mom. Poppy loved to sing and I suppose that's from whom I got my love to sing. I was an expressive child, using hand movements, and not sure at that age if I ever met a stranger.

Catherine Castle: One of my earliest memories was playing in a corner cupboard in the kitchen of the house I lived in when I was about 2. My mother couldn't believe I described the kitchen and where the cupboard was.

Deb Garland: Readers imagine characters in books, so I invite you to picture me as a two-year-old. My toddler photo resides in a hall closet on the mainland, about 40 nautical miles from where I sit typing at a sailboat chart table. Think honey blonde straight bangs and silky feather dusters, blue-gray eyes, and dimpled, rosy cheeks. I’m dressed in a white, short-sleeved blouse with lace-edged collar tucked beneath a deep green corduroy jumper. A smile completes the pose. Do you see me? One of my earliest memories is petting Patches, a stray Jack Russell terrier our family adopted, and sampling a dry dog food nugget. Definitely dry and tasteless. The experience curbed my appetite for his meals!

Elaine, Age ~5
Elaine Manders: The earliest memory I have was about my cat, Ole Tom. The gray tabby was my constant companion, allowing me to dress him in doll clothes and roll him around in my doll buggy. Ole Tom slept on the end of my bed, and one night I awoke way after mid-night to find him gone. I was terrified, convinced something terrible had happened to him. I couldn't have been more than four at the time, and I didn't understand when my mother explained that Ole Tom went out every night, and he'd be there when I awoke the next morning. Unable to console me, my mother got dressed and went out searching the neighborhood until she found the cat. That night I learned the great joy Jesus spoke of when a lost one is found. And it's also one of the sweetest memories I have of my mother.

Heidi, Age 2
Heidi Main: My earliest memory is probably doing cartwheels with my bigger sisters in the front yard. This is back when normal yards had clover and weeds along with fescue grass. We had huge maple trees in the front yard and I recall that my father tapped them to try to get syrup. I have no idea if he was successful, but I remember how much fun it was to watch him and to check every day for syrup. Was it because I was young or because times were different, but life seemed slower and less intense back then.

Jamin Baldwin: My earliest memory is of my father inflating his rubber raft and filling it with water. We used it as a kiddie pool. I can remember my Dad putting me in the water and putting my back against the side so I wouldn't fall over. My mom came outside and said. "Mark, her diaper was dirty..." I was only 10 months old. My mom still can't hardly believe that I remembered something so young.

Jennifer Fromke: Tasting soap at age 3. I had heard my mother threaten to wash our mouths out with soap, and I didn't understand why that was a bad thing. So I sneaked into the bathroom and licked a bar of soap. I remember eating whatever I could get my hands on for the rest of the day, trying to get rid of that taste. Never wanted to cuss (once I learned the words) for fear of that taste in my mouth again.
Jodie Wolfe, Age 2

Jodie Wolfe: My earliest memory happened when I was in kindergarten. It was spring time when most of the snow had melted except where it had been piled up. After riding the bus to school a boy told the teacher I had ripped up his picture, which I hadn't. He had pushed me into a snow bank after getting off the bus and I told the teacher that. She didn't believe me and we went outside and I pointed to the snow bank and said, "There's your snow." I was appalled the teacher hadn't believed me.

Josette Downey: My earliest memory is standing in line to see Stars Wars 6th. I must have been about three.

Linda Matchett, Age 2
Linda Matchett: My earliest memory is when I got my tonsils out when I was 4 or 5 years old. I remember lying in the back of the car on the way home from the hospital. My throat was on fire, but there were promises of ice cream to be had! When I got home there was a large, wrapped gift from my grandparents that turned out to be a set of "around the world" dolls - each one was dressed in a different international outfit. And I ate lots of ice cream.

Linda Yezak: When I was four or five, we lived in an older, low-to-middle class neighborhood, and there was a ditch across the street from us that always seemed to have water in it. Mom would tie a square of bacon onto strings for my brother and me so we could go crawdad fishing. She wasn't the type to cook them, but it was always fun catching them. It was during these years I learned some of the crazy ditties I know. Mom and Dad were both professional singers before they married, and they knew a wide range of songs. "The Crawdad Hole" is only one of them. "There's a Hole in the Bucket," "There's a Hole in the Bottom of the Sea," "The Chocolate Ice Cream Cone," and "Ain't We Crazy"--songs no one else seems familiar with still pop into my mind occasionally. Good times.

Norma Gail
Norma Gail: My earliest memory is of staying with my Aunt Norma. She never had children, so our relationship was really close because she took care of me when I was little and my mom was at work. I remember her kitchen with yellow 1950's vinyl and metal chairs. She used to take me next door to see her neighbor's cat, Fiddle. It was a big, black cat that I can see clearly sitting high on a shelf in the garage with its tail swishing. I am very allergic to cats and as a result, do not like them at all, but that memory has stayed with me for some reason. My aunt has Alzheimer's now, and we were talking about Fiddle the cat just the other day.

Shirley Raye Redmond, Age 2
Peggy Wirgau: Here’s my earliest memory. I hope people don’t think its too sad to share…I don’t feel that way at all. I was 2 and 1/2 when my dad died of a heart attack at the age of 44. My first memories are from his funeral. The first was when my mom picked me up to look at him, and the other was when I was climbing on chairs in a nearby waiting room, and people looking at me and smiling.

Susan Craft (2) in kimono
Shirley Raye Redmond: One of my earliest memories is pushing my baby Thumbelina doll around in a red-and-white striped doll stroller.

Susan Craft: My dad was in the military, so we lived in Japan when I was two. I remember a few things: the tune and some of the words to a Japanese children’s song; standing in a doorway when a minor earthquake hit the area we lived in; and the aroma of sukiyaki. My parents said I picked up the language quickly, as children tend to do, but I can recall only a handful of words.
Terri (2) & her grandma

Terri Wangard: Earliest memory. Oh dear. We lived on the bay shore of Green Bay during my first few years. I have vague memories of the feel of being peeled out of my smocked swimsuit that got tight when wet; or the sensation of being pulled in our little red wagon as, one by one, the four wheels went from gravel to pavement or vice versa. Clearer is when I was nearly four and my brother was born. My sister and I were hanging over the front seat to stare at this strange creature when we picked Mom and Jim up from the hospital. That will have to do!

Crystal, age 2
Crystal Barnes:  Yep, that's me on the left. Go ahead and laugh. I did. :) Wasn't I a cutie pie? ;) Heehee.
Well, I guess I'll finish off this round of reminiscing.
Hmm...I'd have to say one of my earliest, although not fondest, memories was from when I was about three. My mom and I had gone out to check on the calves in the cow lot. On the way back to the house, I crawled through the barbed wire fence and ripped open the bottom half of my leg. My mom said that is one noise she'll never forget. Miracle of miracles, I didn't get a single stitch, only some butterfly strips and a very long scar.

Alrighty, I promised y'all a surprise. Here it is! 


One of today's commenters will win an ecopy of Elaine Manders's Adela's Prairie Suitor to enjoy. (The winner to be announced in Monday's Weekly Windup.)


So, what's your earliest memory? 

48 comments:

  1. I love all of the wonderful memories that you all have shared. Thank you so much! Happy 2nd birthday!

    Speaking of birthdays.......today I am celebrating a BIG BIRTHDAY.........my 60th! Wow!!! Where did the years go?

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    1. Happy Birthday, Melanie!. The 60s are a wonderful time of life. Enjoy your day to the fullest.

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    2. Happy birthday, Melanie! I feel so special that you would spend your birthday with us! You definitely deserve a birthday present, and I'm going to see to it you get one. :)

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    3. Melanie, Have a wonderful birthday!!!

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    4. Melanie, Have a wonderful birthday!!!

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    5. Happy Birthday, Melanie!!!! Thanks for sharing your day with us! :) Hope it's a great one. :D

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    6. Thank you all so much for my birthday wishes. It has been a great day!

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    7. Happy birthday Melanie!

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  2. Loving the pictures & memories.

    I can remember back to when I was 4. I actually started school at 4 because they only had an intake every second year. My mother said I did not need to be hanging around the house for 2 more years.

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    1. Haha, that's because you were just too smart and curious. :) Thanks for sharing!

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    2. Mary, you must have been a smart cookie! :-)

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    3. LOL. Thanks for sharing that, Mary. So glad you're enjoying the memories with us. :)

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  3. Look how cute I was! Makes me wonder what happened. Lol

    Thanks for sharing everyone. I am enjoying this. :)

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    1. Haha. I think all the pics are great!

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    2. I also think the pictures were cute

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  4. Y'all are so cute! My earliest memory is making mud pies in the backyard and my mom coming to get me to have my picture made. Back then, photographers came to your house. She.Was.Not.Happy. I was about 3.

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    1. Lol, I imagine not. We had a similar incident when I was about 4 or 5. We were just ready to leave to the family portrait studio when we found my little brother had gotten into the watermelon rinds in the trash. He had pink watermelon stains all over his shirt. Again, an unhappy mama. :) I haven't thought about that in a long time.

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    2. Funny, Patricia. There used to be a photographer who went into neighborhoods with a pony and took pictures of children sitting on the pony. I still have that picture. I'm wearing a Dale Evans costume.

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    3. Haha, Pat. I remember making mud pies. At least I didn't eat them like others I know. :)

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    4. That is the funniest story. :) The photographer should have gotten a picture of that! Those are the pictures that mean so much.

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    5. I do not remember making mud pies (I probably did) but my younger brother did. So funny

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  5. Cute, sweet pictures! Thank you for sharing! I don't remember much before age 4 but I do have one memory of being at pre-school. When the class ended I was told my daddy had called to say he'd gotten tied-up and would be a little late picking me up. I was terrified as I pictured him bound with ropes by bad guys, unable to get to me. Was I ever glad when he walked in!

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    1. Haha, how funny, Cindy. Isn't it hilarious how kids take things so literally?

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    2. Isn't is funny how literal children can be. Men too! Ha! Has anyone seen the meme where a wife tells her husband to get the bag of potatoes, peel half of them, and put them in water? She returns home to find the entire bag of potatoes in water, and each of the potatoes in only half peeled.

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    3. LOL. Did you watch too many westerns as a child, Cindy?
      And Susan, no I haven't heard that one, but I can imagine. lol!

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  6. Aw! Love these photos. So cute! Happy Birthday, StitchesThruTime! Would love to be entered in the giveaway!

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    1. Thanks so much, Natalie! Glad you enjoyed them. You're name's in the hat. :) So glad you could drop by today.

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    2. Hi Natalie! So glad you stopped by to be one of our Birthday Bash guests!

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  7. What cute pictures! ! I remember the perm my mother gave me for Kindergarten pictures! Awful! ! ! I was so embarrassed & we still have the class pictures . .

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    1. Haha. I think my mom either put my hair in rollers the night before or permed my hair right before picture day for many years. For years I cringed every time I looked at one of them. Now, I just giggle. Those rollers hurt!

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    2. Same here, Deanna, but I got the perm the day before leaving for Girl Scout camp. Needless to say, after the first swim, and my hair dried making me look like Bozo the Clown, they took camp pictures.

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  8. I have a vague memory from before I was 3. I was naughty and threw a half-eaten peanut butter sandwich behind a bookshelf when at my grandmother's. This was a bookshelf that never moved, b/c it was so heavy and filled with books. By the time that thing was moved (years and years later) it probably had a petrified sandwich behind it.

    I have to comment on Caryl McAdoo's picture. She looks just like a Kewpie doll. Remember those? They were a little past my time, but I had some older cousins that had them.

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    1. I meant to say they were before my time, not past. Geez. How is that for putting years on myself?!

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    2. I know exactly what you mean. I had to ask her about it myself. :) It was taken in a studio.

      Thanks for dropping by, trosado.

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  9. I love the pictures and the memories! So precious!!

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    1. Glad you enjoyed them, Britney. They were a lot of fun to share. :) Thanks for dropping by.

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  10. If I remember correctly, lol, as it was many, many years ago, we used to have a sandwich maker that you would use 2 slices of bread buttered on the outside and fill with usually 'loosemeat' (now known as taverns, tastees, maid-rites, etc.). It would make round sandwiches as after you'd close the maker up you would trim the 'corners' of the bread off, the 'maker' had long handles and you'd cook the sandwiches on the stovetop, first one side then flip it over and do the other side.

    Now that you hopefully have an idea of the sandwich, here's the story. We had friends over and mom was making these sandwiches, which as kids we called them flying saucers, I can see you're getting a mental picture, lol. Well mom's friend had a son that was pretty gullible so my older brother told him that if he threw his 'flying saucer' it would come back to him, we were on an upstairs porch at the time, well David tried it and it didn't come back, imagine that, lol. Let me tell you that my brother was in just a 'LITTLE' bit of trouble for that one, lol.

    wfnren at aol dot com

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    1. LOL! What a fun memory, Wendy. Thank so much for sharing. I'd love to see one of those sandwich makers too. I've never heard the like. :)

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  11. Such cute pictures

    My earliest memory was when I was three and found the subway in Washington D.C. Fascinating. I remember calling it a train

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    1. So glad you enjoyed the pictures, Alaina. :) They were such fun to share.
      I've never been on a subway so that'd be quite a fun memory to have. :)

      Thanks for stopping by.

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  12. My first memories are of moving from a large city to a farm 16 miles away. I was scared that animals would attack me and eat me. Nothing like that happened and I cried when I had to move off of it.

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    1. Oh my! I guess moving could be very traumatic for a small child. Glad you got to enjoy living in the country though. Thanks for sharing with us, Dorothy. :) So glad you could stop by for a visit. :)

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