:: sweet little snippets ::

Just a few snippets that I remember now . . . but may forget someday!

Water on my baby:

When we moved from Ft. Gordon to Ft. Monmouth in June & July of 1974 ... E. left the four children and me with Mother & Daddy and went to New Jersey in search of a house. But, a little background here ... our little one was only one week old when we left Augusta, and we had no idea where we were going to live or how long it would take to get settled with a new baby, a two year old, a four year old & a five and 1/2 year old in tow. We decided to have the baby Christened in the church where I was raised and attended until our marriage. So, when E. came back ten days later to hook up our travel trailer and resettle us in our new N.J. home, we went to First Presbyterian for the Christening on that Sunday. Rev. Campbell was the minister then and was poised to sprinkle our tiny girl all dressed in a mile of white lace E embroidery. { Mind you, all six of us were standing before the preacher.} Our sweet little four year old Mark speaks up in a very loud voice and said, "Don't you put that water on my baby!" Needless to say, everyone in the congregation cracked up ... it took a while for all to calm down so the baptism could continue. I talked to Rev. Campbell a few years ago, and he still remembers that morning.

Mean to my brother:

While stationed at Ft. Bragg in North Carolina in the early 1970's we lived in a wonderful old home in Fayetteville that my husband and I restored. In 1972 our third little boy was born and my Aunt Lucille and my daddy came to stay with us for a few weeks to help out with the two and three & a half year old boys and (daddy) to help E. with the exterior work on the old house. One day I was inside with the baby and Daddy was outside with M & M. Soon Daddy came inside laughing so hard ... the boys following him. He said that he was "getting after" our two year old for wondering off when Michael piped up and said to him, "Pa Pa Pat, I didn't ask to to come to see me so you could be mean to my brother!" This has been a saying that we still say when anyone gets after one of the children or grandchildren.

The Avon Lady:

Around 1989 I took all four of the children on a little trip to see their grandparents. When we arrived, my mother said in conversation that she wondered if my husband would be lonesome and bored with us gone for a week. Our then four year old daughter said to no one in particular, "Daddy won't be sad, because the Avon Lady will come to see him!" Needless to say, we still tease him about his lady friend on Jones Boulevard!

Thanks Doris for encouraging me to get these sweet memories down in writing! One of these days my mind will begin to get them mixed up I'm sure.