My Earliest Memory ~ Long and Short Reviews Blog Challenge

Wednesday Weekly Blogging Challenge hosted by Long and Short Reviews.

Today's topic: My Earliest Memory

My memories go back quite a ways considering I remember when my parents brought my new baby brother home from the hospital when he was born. I was convinced they were bringing me a new doll to play with when I first saw him. I was 2 years-old when my brother was born.

I also remember a time when my mother was changing my baby brother's diaper and he peed like a fountain. All over my mom. I remember her scream of surprise and then her burst of laughter. I remember being shocked at witnessing this. And now I still laugh when I think of it! In fact, I'm pretty sure my baby brother peed more than once while my mom changed his diaper. I have vague memories of me warning her whenever she changed him.

I also have distinct memories of my grandfather who passed away a few months after my brother was born. I had a clear image of opening the front door to my grandparents' house to see my pappap sitting in a chair by the window. He turned to face me. As soon as he saw me, his face lit into a brilliant smile and he got off the chair to the floor where he sat on hands and knees to talk with me. I still recall the emotions I felt when I saw my pappap, the joy and warmth that filled me with his smile.

I had questioned that memory when I was older. It didn't make sense to me at the time, because everyone knew the chair by the window was my Nana's chair. Only she sat there. When I asked her about it, she told me that the chair originally belonged to my pappap. She only started sitting in it after he died. 

I realized then that it wasn't my imagination when I pictured my grandfather, it was a memory. 

I also remember his funeral. I remember being in a long room filled with people. My father was carrying me around and I was wearing a dress. I remember seeing my grandfather sleeping in the box which I thought strange. I was confused why he was asleep and not playing with me. 

I have more memories of my grandfather, but these are the strongest and the ones that I'm sure were not my imagination. My family often told me as I grew older about how much my Pappap Bud loved me and my baby brother. He loved to play with us and every time I think of him, I still smile. The love I felt for him as a toddler continued to grow, even after he was gone. And although I barely knew him, I still miss him.

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Beth-Ann Miller returns to her Tennessee moutain home to find chaos erupting between her family and their shape-shifting neighbors. Her father is convinced the were-cougar clan is responsible for the murders occurring in their area and interrogates one of the shifters, Boone Evans, her childhood sweetheart. When Boone declares several members of his shifter family have gone missing including his little brother, Beth-Ann suspects someone else is behind both the murders and abductions.

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With men hunting the were-cougars, can Beth-Ann and Boone risk all to have a future together? Or is loving Boone too high a price to pay? 

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In Memory of My Mother

PattyJean Zimmerman 1958-1989

Today is my mom's birthday. I always write a little about her in tribute on her birthday since she was the most important woman in my life, shaping me to become the person I am today. She was a fanatic reader. I have so many memories of her reading novels while my brother and I played on our living room floor with our toys. She read a lot of Danielle Steel, Stephen King and Dean Koontz. She read Rosemary Rogers and many, many of the romances from the '70s & '80s that are now referred to as bodice rippers. As a kid, I remember teasing her about the half naked men and women on those novel covers.

When I was really young, she read Dr. Seuss books to me (they were my favorite!). As I grew older and learned how to read, I was so proud of my new ability. Mom encouraged me to read to my brother which I did, creating wonderful memories of him following me around with a book in his hand asking me to read to him. I used to make silly faces and goofy sounds to accompany the text and point at the illustrations, imagining them coming to life and what we would do if they did. We would giggle and laugh! Reading was so much fun!

As pleased as I was to read aloud to my brother, I was also a little sad that my cherished reading time with my mom had faded away. She still read to us, both of us sitting contentedly in her lap, just not as often. But, by then, she had her own studies to work on since she had decided to go to college to further her education. During my early school years, I remember the three of us sitting at the kitchen table, all doing our homework together.

Some other things about my mom that I love to remember...

• Her laugh. She had the funniest laugh! It was contagious. And when she thought something was really funny, she'd let out a little snort while she laughed that sent me into giggles. After she passed, I told myself I would never, ever forget her laugh. It's been almost 24 years since she's gone and I still remember her funny laugh.
• She loved to crochet. If she wasn't reading, then she was crotcheting. She crocheted blankets and little outfits for me when I was a baby. I'm thankful to have these treasured items that I've used for my own children.
• One of her favorite movies was Dirty Dancing (wasn't that every woman's favorite in the '80s?). She adored Patrick Swayze! I bet she was one of the first to greet him at the pearly gates when he passed. 
• She was also a writer! A few years after she died, I was going through some things in the attic and I came across a box of notebooks that my dad must have stuffed up there. Some of the notebooks were filled with notes she'd taken during college, but to my surprise I found the beginnings of stories and short outlines of ideas for novels. And what sort of stories were these? Romance stories! Of course! Like mother, like daughter, I guess! I also discovered she was interested in becoming a book reviewer. She had a few short drafts of reviews of the books she'd read. I thought it ironic how I had been writing stories of my own long before I discovered that she had shared the same interest. At the time, it made me miss her even more. I would have loved to talk with her about the craft of writing.
• When she drove her car, she always ended up hitting potholes. My dad used to joke that she must aim for them. 
• My dog, Reva, loved my mom best out of all of us. Reva was her dog. She'd cuddle with her, sleep with her, she was always at her side. It was because of my mom that we got Reva as a puppy since my dad wasn't too crazy about the idea of getting a dog. But, how could he say no to my mother whom he loved more than anything? Home she came and my mom trained her and played with her everyday. My mom also named her. How did she name her? Well, she picked her favorite character from her favorite TV soap opera. Reva Shayne Lewis from The Guiding Light. 
• And speaking of picking names from her favorite soaps, that's how she picked my name! There was a soap opera she watched in the '70s with a woman named Tricia who was pregnant at the same time my mom was pregnant with me. I don't remember what the show was called, but I like the name. Ironically, Tricia is also a form of Patty (my mom), and Patricia (my grandmother). Some people think it was a family-name thing, but nope, it was just a coincidence. When I was pregnant, I joked with my Nana Pat that I should keep the name thing going and name my daughter, Patrice, or my son, Patrick. My husband wasn't so keen on those names and to be honest, neither was I!
• She always wanted to be a teacher. My grandmother tells me when my mom was a kid she'd gather all the kids from the neighborhood and she'd set up a classroom in her house and proceed to 'teach' them. This love of teaching led her to attend Penn State University and Kutztown University where she graduated with honors (I believe she ranked 2nd highest in her class). She went on to substitute teach while searching for a permanent teaching position for about half a year before she was diagnosed with leukemia. Four months later, she died. But she had achieved her dream of becoming a teacher and she touched the lives of many students and faculty.  

Reva and my mom

I'm happy to share these memories with you. Now each of you has a piece of my mom's memory which will keep her living in the hearts of us all. During her life, she became a wonderful friend to many, many people who all keep fond memories of her, as I do. I'm grateful for the time I shared with my mother and for all that I learned from her. I love her and miss her everyday!