Joining in with Tiny Memories

[Cita]

~I remember my father talking about how in the winter of 1970 it was so cold in the Texas panhandle and how the feedlots got truckloads of surplus carrots to feed the cattle and how the cowboys ate so many of them during work that the whites of their eyes and their fingernails turned yellow.

~I remember "playing house" in the nose of the stock trailer.

~I remember being aroused by the book Heidi.

~I remember when the blind kitten was born and how my dad had to do away with it and I tried to imagine how that went.

~I remember a tarantula high up on the white siding of a parsonage in Greenwood, Texas, 1976.  

~I remember having a birthday party for Jesus, with a cake and everything, my doll Tenderlove wrapped in white swaddling clothes, in April.

[Joey Delgado]

I don't know why, but all of these seem so sensual (well, #2 and #3 are sensual), but they all have a current of sexuality running through 'em. Yes, even the birthday party for Jesus. It's all very young girl breaking into womanhood. Great work.

[Angela]

I am astounded at the number of moving things I have read in this site-wide series.  Yours are fine, fine, fine.

[Cita]

http://www.dollinfo.com/mbtendlv.htm  This was the doll... only she came with a hairnet on and when we took the hairnet off her hair immediately stood right straight on end.  My sister, three years younger, cut it all off at some point, so she now has a buzz cut.  And I think if I looked in the right keepsake box, I could find her.  She was perpetually naked.  With a buzz cut.  

[Bill Floyd]

Sharp evocations.  Some scan universal, some particular to only you.  Blind kittens, dang.   

[Teresa]

Tenderlove wrapped in swaddling clothes.  Sweet.  And yes, I've seen carrots turn a kid's nose orange.  Too much vitamin A.  Good ones.   

[Paul de Denus]

I think many of those memories cross over to our memories -somewhat the same, - for me 'playing house' was 'playing doctor'.

[Ron. Lavalette]

"House" in the stock trailer...Eeeew.

[Mike Handley]

Carrots do that? For real? Wow.

Tarantula on a parsonage wall is pure Western Gothic, isn't it? Love it.