Saturday, August 22, 2009

MEMORIES ARE MADE OF THIS...

In thinking about the "homes" our family has shared, I ask myself what memories did we leave in those walls..as the old saying goes "wish I was a fly on the wall"! Just as animals leave a flea when he/she are removed from the premises..do we leave bits of ourselves,our hearts, prayers and wishes?

Today, I would like to reflect and return to the 10 or more houses we shared and called them "home".
Three of those homes welcomed precious babies and my question is did those tiny hearts trnasfer meaning to their surroundings..to "mommie and daddy" or were they just oblivious to all of that and WE were the ones in awe and making memories of our own in thanksgiving, wishes and dreams of our futures together?

As husband and wife our first home was in Louisville, Kentucky where apartments were rare indeed and we were expecting our first child. Russ, my husband, was fortunate to have a job pioneering GE'S APPLIANCE PARK making sure the new "ranges" worked properly so he had great meals and I, well nausea and a cracker w/tea, were satisfying hunger and nausea all at the same time.

This country of ours was at war and so SCHENECTADY, NEW YORK was soon "home" and once again residences were difficult to acquire.  And, it was here in late February 1953 we welcomed our first son, GARRY LOUIS COLOMB at St.Anne's Hospital. Through the company, Russ was placed in guided missles so that in that job position and being a new father, he avoided the perils of war for which I was more than thank ful.. A small apartment housed our family and a brand new puppy who really didn't appreciate having a baby around. There were many memories left in that small apartment: 1) having to wash diapers, etc in a basement laundry room 2) getting a hand caught in the wringer 3) having to try to hang diapers from a 2nd story window in the middle of a snow storm and, however, feeling like I was a "star" in my own movie and determined to be the best with a handsome leading man..a gorgeous new son and  jealous pup!
That was a new beginning and in 58 years there have been many of those!!! JOG YOUR MEMORY and remember those special times too.

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