More Early Memory

It's funny what I remember regarding that aforementioned memory when I was 28 months. I only recall my grandparents faces from the nose down. I don't know what their eyes or hair looked like, but I am aware of the exact shapes of their mouth and teeth. The clothes they wore, I easily remember the areas around the shoulders.

Grandpa had on a white buttoned shirt with stiff pointed collar. Grandmother wore a dress with small black and white, very fine stripes. Her collars were rounded with intricate black lace around the edges.

Somehow this memory brought up old, long hidden feelings. The resentment and irritation of my grandmother resurfaced right alongside the warmth and love of my Grandpa.

It's so odd to recall feeling forgotten love and adoration. I mean, Gramps was so thrilled and delighted to have me in his arms. Who would have thought?

I am also struck by the fact that my very first memory of someone carries so very much weight...for years and years. Hmmm, someone loved me...how cool is that?