The first memory I have is waking up on Christmas morning when I was four years old. I have no idea why, but it is.
I woke up in our home on Elizabeth St in Eden, WI. I got out of bed and peered down the stairs through the bright green painted wood railings and I could see our Christmas Tree. That’s all I remember of that day, I don’t even know what presents I got.
My next true memory is walking to school across the street for my first day of kindergarten. I always loved learning and I’m glad for that because according to my Grandpa B if I didn’t I’d be dead.
Toward the end of his life he would tell me the same stories over and over. He’d tell me about an article he wrote called “Smoke I’m a Gopher Hole” for a local paper (I still don’t know what it was about), he’d tell me about wading through snakes to an island in the Pacific during World War II, about how he danced in a tutu with his unit on stage and showed me the picture of them in black tank tops, black socks and tutus and finally he’d tell me the one and most important lesson……
The lesson is simple,”If you don’t learn something new everyday you might as well be dead.”
I honestly try to share that with everyone I can and I truly believe it. I hope you will too, share it and believe it.
The picture is of Grandpa B’s house that he made using Popsicle sticks, he called it his “Pop Art.”