My Early Years


Tell us about the beginning of your life.

I was the eldest child of three children born to my parents. I was the first girl born into my paternal family since my father’s infant sister who died at birth. So I was a big deal. We lived in an upstairs flat in walking distance from the school where my father taught. My mother must have suffered from post-partum depression, I think, because she told me that after my father went to work I woud start to cry and then she would cry.

When I could walk, I would run after my father down the stairs after him on his way out the door to work. i loved my dad very much. When I was about 18 months old, and my baby brother had just been born, we moved into the new house that my father and grandfather had just built for us in the woods a very miles away from where we then lived. My father was a building construction teacher and a carpenter, as was my grandfather. My father designed the house as well. Various teachers from school helped build the house, too. A year later, my baby sister can along.

It was a pleasant place to grow up in the woods. My father built us a swings set and a jungle gym and a fort and a play house. We had the whole woods to play in. In the winter, we would shovel off the ponds in the woods and go skating on the ponds. We had a large vegetable garden and my mother canned vegetables from the garden for the winter. We had a large lawn to play on, too. There was a long driveway where we could ride our bicycles safely and also paths in the woods. My early years were a safe and pleasant place to play and grow up.

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About mairedubhtx

I am a "youngish" grandmother of 15 year old twin granddaughter who has recently (is a year "recent"?) adopted Islam as my way of life, much to the consternation of my family. I love to read. I love to write. I am writing a book about my decision to revert, about my spiritual journey. I have another blog about stories from my youth, my parents, and grandparents. It's a blog so my OCD daughter will not be able to throw it out when I die. I suffer from depression and anxiety, for which I am treated, so my posts may be a bit dark at times. C'est la vie.
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2 Responses to My Early Years

  1. The Hook says:

    I love hearing about happy childhoods. Thanks for sharing.

  2. judithhb says:

    It was only after I grew up and left home that I realised how lucky we were to have such a loving and safe home. I know that many have not been so fortunate.

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