I thought I was a pretty normal kid. I was the first of my generation on my Mom’s side. I was the only kid for the first six years across the board. I also grew up without many kids around in my neighborhood and by the time they were there, I was still the only girl. I’d like to think I’m an old soul, well, because I feel like I am. Part of me also wonders if it’s because my favorite people and maybe my best friends during those years, were my Mom and my Grandmoms. I had three of the later, “two regulars and a great” I’d always say.
I never lacked a childhood. I played games, had toys and knew the basics, Sesame Street and Smurfs. It might be kind of odd that a lot of my favorite toys can be found at antique stores, but they were obviously both amusing and made well, so who am I to question that. Mister Rogers was one of my icons, still is, and I get teased for wearing a Mr. Rogers sweater on occasion to this day. They are so versatile. But honestly, I’m not weird. It’s not like I go to a public park bench and start singing while I change my shoes or anything.
It has recently come to my attention however, that some of my regular childhood memories are not so regular for children of the 80’s. Well, maybe child-like people IN their 80’s, but I was born in the early 1980’s. Apparently there’s a difference? Here is a sampling.
- Lunch dates at Wanamaker’s with patent leather purses and hats
- Bingo with the Widow/Widowers at the Senior Center
- Lawrence Welk sing-a-longs with Gram (The real show, not the SNL parodies – which are excellent by the way)
- Carol Burnett repeats on PBS
- Anne of Green Gables and/or Romance Novels (Yes, I realize this was quite varied)
- Senior citizen bus trips to anywhere and everywhere
- Sewing and crocheting lessons during 2nd grade summer
Ok, so either I was ancient, or I was often taken to places I wasn’t supposed to be. Making this list makes me wonder if I was ever a burden to elderly population, but I made such good friends with every old lady I met that I was always invited back. There was one lady named Dolly, I thought she was the greatest because well, her name was Dolly.
Anyway, there is something proper about a little girl with her tea cup and saucer, legs crossed while she listens to her elders talk. I don’t remember ever feeling like a kid. Maybe it’s because no one spoke to me like I was one, but in fact they treated me like a little lady.