My first memory...

It's funny that when you are surrounded by children you tend to remember what it was like to be one. Today was my first day at the library and I got a crash course in Youth Services. We had over 500 students from the 5th and 6th grades come into the library to do "research" for reports. I felt unprepared but the nice thing about children is that you can generally fake it and they won't notice. Turns out it was a pretty decent day...

Last night as I was falling asleep I kept thinking about the first memory that I could recall as a small child. We had taken a trip to see my Grandparents Love in Wisconsin. Lacy was still a bald little baby so I couldn't have been much older than 3. My great grandparents who we called "Grandma and Grandpa the Great" were there and I think that "Grandma the Great" died shortly after this trip. She was my first memory. I recall green, green grass at the cottage they owned and a sweet woman with a halo of white hair. I had the sense that it was really hot and humid, the air seemed to wave as if in a dream. She was talking to me, trying to get me to come towards her.

I honestly don't know much about my great grandmother and I need to sit down with my father some time and ask him about her. I had the sense that she was a kind woman and that I enjoyed the day we spent in the grass next to the Wisconsin river, a place that my father had grown up visiting and owns to this day. It is so wonderful that she left this imprint upon my life, even as a small child I felt her love.