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LYNDILOU
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 Posted - 18 Jul 2010 : 11:10:22 AM
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very first memory?
mine was of a chicken in a carrier bag that I went to stroke and it pecked my finger, later I asked my mum why it was in the carrier bag and she told me my step father had brought it home alive for christmas dinner ! she told me later in life that I was only 2 years old when that happened! I also remember my mum bringing my baby brother home and I started to cry because I was so sure she wouldnt want me now he was here , I was 3 years old !
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Arabian Girl
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Posted - 18 Jul 2010 : 1:47:51 PM
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... don't know if it was my first memory but certainly an early memory was watching a colour TV for the first time....gosh I thought I was a princess being a guest around someone's house to watch there colour TV....... what I was watching was Saints v Leeds at Wembley round about 1972.... |
   
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george
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Posted - 18 Jul 2010 : 2:22:16 PM
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I grew up in the house I now own, in the corner I remember the "HUGE" well, it seemed huge then rocking chair that my mum used to have the poodles bed under, she used to breed miniatures, I remember my cat p*ssy and I rocking back and fore for ages looking down at the puppies and I remember the lovely puppy smell they have  Oh and swapping my brothers toy cars for my dolls when he was asleep  Apparently I can't put my old cats name up, it rhymes with wussy |
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Nichole Waller
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Posted - 18 Jul 2010 : 2:23:10 PM
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I remember my mum coming home from hospital with my sister. I was 2 and i remember her being all red and wrinkled....
I also remember my first ride on a horse...! I was about 2 and half and we used to go to this country pub in the summer where this lovely grey horse was tethered outside on the green on a long chain.
My dad sat me on the horse and walked along with me until it reached the end of it's chain. I remember holding the mane and how soft it felt.
We went back to this pub many times during my childhood and the horse was always there. I used to take a carrot especially for it and i gave him the name of silver (don't know if it was a mare or a gelding...) |
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LYNDILOU
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Posted - 18 Jul 2010 : 2:40:00 PM
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I hope that was MRS George reminiscing about her dolls I have to say my memories as a child are as sharp and anything , but ask me what I did half an hour ago
I too remember my first encounter with a horse, it was a coloured pony on a children's merry go round , but with real ponies , the scent of the pony as I was lifted on, the feel of her skin, the movement beneath me, I could go on and on! , I remember when I got home I walked round and around pretending to be the horse, humming to the tune of the harry lime theme ( thats what was playing when I had my ride. I was totally hooked and again just 3 years old, from that moment on it was horses, horses, horses ! drove my mum insane |
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george
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Posted - 18 Jul 2010 : 4:48:56 PM
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I really can't remember the first time I seen a horse, my mother bought her first pony (a lifetimes dream) when I was four, Lady was a little sec A totally wild and had been rounded up from the marshes on crofty, Gower  poor little thing Mum paid 25 guineas for her, that was it, we were hooked as a family Oh and yes Lindilou they were my dolls |
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gabriele ault
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Posted - 18 Jul 2010 : 10:19:59 PM
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My earliest memory was of being in my pram, screaming because a cat had jumped in with me ,I was outside in the garden and mum came to my rescue. I must have been about 12 months old. It was one of those round ended 1940's prams with small wheels, not quite a pushchair, but not one of the big coachbuilt prams. I can also remember being carried through the bad snows of 1947 by my father as it was too deep for the pram....doug
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Anne C
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Posted - 18 Jul 2010 : 10:41:18 PM
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Mine is struggling through the snow in the awful winter of 1962 with my mum and my baby sister, uphill towards the warmth of home! Must have been about 3 at the time. Another is having a bath in front of the open fire, My favourite is my dad, who is no longer with us, brushing the tangles out of my really long wet hair and that of him making sure I was tucked up in bed all nice and snug first thing in the morning before he went to work
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LYNDILOU
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Posted - 18 Jul 2010 : 11:00:17 PM
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aww Anne I know how much you miss your dad.
I think you will find that was the winter of 1963, it was a real doozy, I was pregnant with my first son and I remember digging my way out of our porch every morning where the snow had drifted up against the front door in the nights , it was the worst winter I ever remember, although i was only 2 in 1947 Doug I dont remember much about that winter but I believe it was a badun  |
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Anne C
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Posted - 19 Jul 2010 : 08:06:30 AM
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1963 Lynda? I'm sure you're right as I don't remember my sister being a tiny baby, must be getting old!!
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Kharidian
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Posted - 19 Jul 2010 : 08:44:43 AM
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Anne/Lyndilou,
You're both right - it was the winter of 1962 when it carried on freezing into about Feb/March 1963! I only know this because my Mum was heavily pregnant with me (born March '63) and apparently she fell over on the ice several times. It hasn't done me any harm
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rosie
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Posted - 19 Jul 2010 : 4:43:03 PM
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my first memory was when I was about 3 years old.
I knocked a kettle full of boiling water over my legs.
The memory isn't the accident, but of feeling guilty 'cos I wanted my dad to take me to hospital & not mum?! |
     
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Kharidian
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Posted - 19 Jul 2010 : 9:00:49 PM
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I remember my parents & I collecting our first dog - a Jack Russell puppy called Misty. The bit I remember is the puppy being frightened and whimpering as we drove through Dartford Tunnel (scary lighting and noise, I suppose). This was when there was only one tunnel (cars in both directions) and no bridge as this was in the 1960s.
I told my parents about this today and they say I was three years old at the time.
Incidentally, when Misty grew up she always travelled on Mum's lap and had her nose pressed to the windscreen. To this day it always makes me smile when I see smeary nose-marks on car windows!
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Callisto
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Posted - 19 Jul 2010 : 10:13:45 PM
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| Slightly odd, but my first memory was the inside of a Beetle car in Aden, I was about 18 months old and it would have been 1963, Dad was stationed there doing military surveys at the time, So I missed that bad winter, but when Mum went into labour with me Dad had to bring some part of the Austin Ruby's engine into the kitchen to warm it up enough to get her to the hospital - I was born Christmas Eve 1961, and by all accounts the weather was pretty awful then as well (Would that make it the winter of 1962? The family couldn't visit for a fortnight after I was born because of the snow, and my grandfather a butcher had to carry the meat deliveries above his head because the snow drifts were so high). When they brought me home I slept in a drawer because they didn't have a cot |
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Gerri
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Posted - 20 Jul 2010 : 09:04:26 AM
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| I was about two and we were driving past horses in a field and I threw a paddy as wanted to stop and stroke the gee gees, so my dad bless him stopped and carried me to the fence to stroke them and one of the horses grabbed my dads sleeve of his cardigan and would not let go and ran backwards with the sleeve in its mouth which apparently I thought was for my amusement, I was in fits of giggles and my father was not amused coz he was left with a sleeve that was six feet long, my mother thought it funny too because my dad was moaning and groaning about his cardigan, thats my very first memory of loving the Horse |
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LYNDILOU
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Posted - 20 Jul 2010 : 09:55:34 AM
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the winter of 1963 was the worse that I remember, but it didnt start to get really bad until after the new year.
there was a winter in the 50's where the ice froze over the local pond and we all went skating on it,( I might have been between 7 and 10) but I dont know what year exactly , we dont tend to get those sort of winters anymore |
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buffy
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Posted - 20 Jul 2010 : 11:35:44 AM
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My first memory is a strong one and might upset some... I was only (just) three years old.
My Dad (who I worship!) was a keen rabbit catcher (with ferrets) and we were reared on them, and pheasants, etc... That's the way it was back then, we lived off the land as much as we could.
I remember being allowed to go out with him and I was instructed to watch over one of the rabbit holes while the ferrets did their job. I remember the rabbit darting out of the hole and me catching it and holding on for dear life. Don't know who was more surprised, me, Dad or the poor rabbbit!!
He was so chuffed and I remember feeling so happy that I'd pleased him and been able to help provide 'one for the pot'.
I think Dad always hankered after a son, but was 'blessed' with 3 daughters! Given that 2 of us went on to work with him in the forestry (tractor driving, chainsaw operating and axe weilding work-a-holics, he didn't do too bad!!
Edited to change typo error from 'peasants' to 'pheasants'!!!!!!! |
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Mrs Vlacq
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Posted - 20 Jul 2010 : 1:12:11 PM
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I must be about the same vintage as you Gabriel. One of my early horsey memories was walking home from school. takng the short cut over the level crossing onto the common (Port Meadow, Oxford), catching my pony Smoky and riding him home with my school scarf tied round his nose to steer him. My mother was so cross as all my uniform smelt of pony and she had to wash it all. Mrs Vlacq senior. |
    
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