General Chat

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Thinking that it's dark and wet in here, but at least it's warm.

F.

**tuts** there's always one lol

Actually you're the only one. lol Thanks for your reply Frederick lol

I'm not sure if it's the earliest.... but I was in the pram and fell out... there was a cat, I remember, and I wanted to get to it.... mum says I did fall out of the pram when I was about 13 or 14 months old.... but I am not sure whether it is a memory made up out of family anecdote... you know how it goes, lol.... but... the cat clinches it for us, as my mother has no recollection of the cat. I had no reins on because we were at my auntie's, and I was in my cousin's pram.... she was 6 months old, and had gone for a nap in her cot... I'd been put for a nap in her pram....

I do remember my brother being born, and knowing he had died. I was 3 1/2 then.... but I actually have quite poor early memories, on the whole.

Love

Daff xxxx

trapping me finger in the back door, and them fallin off when i was 2 xxx

My mother told me I rarely slept during the day; what a nuisance that must have been to her!

My earliest memory is of trying to unlock the front door because I wanted to play in the street like my brother. I must have been about two.

I also remember my aunts and uncles visiting and everyone was chattering over my head to one another and I wished they'd talk to me.

I'd like a few words with them now; perhaps I could find the rest of the baptisms, then! LOL

When we lived in Malta, I remember sitting in my pushchair - was under 18months - and we were coming to the bank where the hedgehogs (I think that was what they were) lived. We'd run out of path and it was bumpy so I was going aaaaaaaaa and intrigued at how it went up and down, when mum stopped the pushchair (I was facing away from her) and came around to ask if I was alright - she thought I was crying!

I also remember 'escaping' by climbing over the trunk blocking the front door (to keep me in). I walked towards the dry stone wall when I saw a snake in it. I ran back in and dad wondered what was wrong (I was too young to speak) so I took him back outside - He explained to me that it was a harmless rock snake - and I remember thinking 'well how was I to know that '- he'd always told me to keep away from snakes!

Another thing I remember I used to do at a very young age that drove my parents crazy (apart from demolishing any 'blockade' they put up to keep me in) was to climb on the windowsill in my bedroom, squat flies that were on the window and feed them to the cat!

Apparently, as soon as I could speak in sentences, I would escape and knock on the neighbours doors asking for 'black' bread - in Maltese!!
I haven't been able to get 'black' bread since - it's a cream colour with a really dark, hard crust. Then, 2 years ago we (the extended family) went on holiday to Italy.
My son in law (a chef) got some unbleached italian flour and made a loaf in the Pizza oven - it was the 'black' bread of my infancy - and was well worth begging the neighbours for!! LOL