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This is not my brother, but it is what I was hoping to find in that crib!
As this is the third time this has been a prompt for the Wednesday Weekly Blogging Challenge, I’ll provide links to my previous two answers: eating apples and tire swings.
This memory happened in the same old farmhouse as my first two posts. To be honest, any one of my three answers could be my genuine first memory. When you’re little things can be a little fuzzy as far as which moment happened first.
In this snapshot from my past I am walking around the house looking for my baby brother which means I was probably about three years old when this occurred. I liked knowing where my brother was and what he was doing.
There was a wooden crib in one of the rooms of the house, and I thought it was a good place to check.
I walked quietly into the room and past the crib in case he was asleep. He was not in there, so I decided to check the kitchen.
That is where this snippet of memory ends. I can only assume he was with mom in the kitchen, and I wish I could remember what happened next.
This is a sweet little memory, Lydia. I remember being very put out when my younger brother was born. I had been the baby and spoiled. Then the new one came along and ruined everything. 🤣🤣
Aww, I’m sorry, and thank you.
Have my comments been coming through on your blog, by the way? I seem to be having some trouble with certain WordPress blogs lately.
No Lydia, no comments. I have no clue as to why. So odd. But I do appreciate the attempt nonetheless! 🤣☺️
You’re welcome. I’ll keep trying.
A mystery memory! interesting.
Thanks. 🙂
Also, I am having that same problem as you, Lydia — I’ve tried twice to post on George’s blog and twice WordPress has asked me to login (despite my already BEING logged in) and then returned me to his post with no comments made whatsoever.
Sorry to hear you’re having the same problem, but at least we’re not alone.
Sweet memory.
It is difficult to know what is the earliest memory.
Thank you. 🙂
Awww, what a sweet memory. Love the photo, even if it isn’t really your brother. I was the little sister, so my older sisters would have been looking for me. Thanks for sharing.
You’re welcome. I’m glad you have loving older sisters.