Just a bit about me…

I’ve wanted to write down my memories for some time.  I realized that the day would come when things would be even more distorted by time and perception than they are now.  I wonder if my parents would recognize the same events if they read about them through the eyes of their child.  (That’d be me.)  So, I decided to compile them in a blog first.  I’d hate to remember that my great aunt Gertrude met President Roosevelt when it was great uncle Percival.  (In the interest of full disclosure and in order to ensure that I am not accused of fish tales I must tell you that I don’t have an aunt Gertrude or an uncle Percival and as far as I know, none of our family ever met either of the Roosevelt presidents… that was merely for example’s sake.)  Everything I write is exactly how I remember it.  I know some will be inaccurate.  A child sees the world very differently than an adult and I tended to have a bit of Anne Shirley and Francie Nolan in my blood as a girl.  I saw the world though sepia-rose colored glasses and I don’t regret it.  My apologies to anyone who lived the same events and remembers them differently.  I have a feeling we’re both exactly right and terribly wrong about a lot of things!