When I was around 4 years old, my mom had to have a hysterectomy. This was in maybe 1960, so she would have had to stay in the hospital several days. So they decided I could stay with my Aunt Betty until Mom got to come home, because of course, Dad would still have to go to work every day.
So, Dad took me to Aunt Betty's house. I loved Aunt Betty and loved being at her house. Aunt Betty was always really friendly and funny and thought of fun things to do. I was happy.
The first night passed well. I got to sleep in a bed all by myself, well, with my baby doll, but me and the doll got settled in, and slept well. I will always remember the sheets on that bed. They were so smooth and cool feeling. I learned years later those kind of sheets were percale, and they made their mark on me, I still like percale sheets above all others.
So the visit all kind of blends and runs together in my memory, I'm not sure how long I stayed at Aunt Betty's.
One day she made doll clothes for my baby doll, always a favorite memory of mine.
We looked at flowers, looked at the garden, I played in the yard. I was pretty much okay.......until Dad came up to see how I was making it.
Yep!
That was the end of the stay with Aunt Betty. I loved her, she was so sweet to me, I loved her... but I did not want to stay another minute there after I saw my daddy.
Nothing that either one of them could say would sway me. I was crying and hanging on to my dad and I aimed to go home with him.
Okay, so Dad took me home with him, and had to drive up to Grandma Mary's that same evening to get Grandma to come to our house and stay with me during the day.
I don't even remember how long she stayed or how many days it was until Mom came home. She probably wasn't thrilled that Grandma Mary was there taking care of me, but I was completely satisified...little brat.
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