January 1, 2012

Sharing Memories 2012 (Week 1): First Chidlhood Memory

It's Week 1 of our 52 weeks of Sharing Memories - A Genealogy Journey for 2012. This is our third year writing our memoirs and childhood memories for our descendants. If you've been following along, I hope you are feeling proud of how much you've written so far!

If you are just joining us, you can take a peek at the last two years' of topics by clicking on the Sharing Memories tab at the top of the blog. You can jump in at any time and you can skip topics that you don't like. There are no rules, and the topics are just a guide if you want or need them.

The goal is to write - to get your memories down on paper before they are lost.

This is a brand new year and I've got a lot of topics in mind! Today I'm writing about my very first memory. What is yours? How old were you? I was between 2 and 4 years old but I can't narrow my age down any more than that. I know my age because around my 4th birthday we moved from York to Cedar Street in the same town, and my memory involves the house on York Street.

I vividly recall standing in a small room at the back of our house on York Street in Ajax. High above my head was a beautiful shiny silvery object. I loved that object. My mother and father and older brothers would go to it, and spin it round and round using its long handle. It made a noise too. I was fascinated - to me it was so shiny and beautiful! I couldn't reach it but I wanted to touch it so badly.

Years later I found out that my beloved object was a pencil sharpener. Remember those? They hung on the wall at school in every classroom. It must sound odd but that shiny object was so beautiful to me and so fascinating. I often wonder if that is when I first developed a love of patented every-day items.  I collect antique coffee grinders and scales and I'm fascinated by and drawn to other patented mechanical objects.  Who knows why a simple pencil sharpener would fascinate a little girl so much but it did.


Stephanie said...

I can definitely see how a pencil sharpener would fascinate a child! I miss the old hand-crank sharpeners. They had such personality compared to the electric ones of today. Thanks for sharing. Looking forward to a year of memories!

Lorine McGinnis Schulze said...

Me too Stephanie!

I've got so many ideas and memories that I want to write about - the problem is finding the time! Doing it once a week keeps me on a bit of schedule and forces me to keep writing :-) Glad you're going to join us!

Susan said...

Lorine, thanks so much for posting your ideas for the "Sharing Memories" project! I am joining in! I appreciate all that you do to help others with their genealogical research and writing their family histories...you are a blessing!

Lorine McGinnis Schulze said...

Hi Susan - thank you for the kind words! I'm glad you are joining us :-)

Cheri Hopkins aka You Go Genealogy Girl #2 said...

Here I am at 60 and I have exactly one of those old Boston sharpeners on my wall yet today just like in your photo. It was my Dad's and still works better than any electric I have ever owned! Looking forward to trying my hand at these Sharing Memories" posts.

cindy said...

I've never really given a lot of consideration to writing down my memories for descendants. In this digital age I guess I figured they'd easily be able to find me.
But I can see where a handwritten journal with my stories might be a find for someone in the future.
And I already have a cool journal for this purpose.
It's funny how something you've read many times all of a sudden makes perfect sense today! LOL!!

Lorine McGinnis Schulze said...

Cindy - I"m sure descendants WILL find us! But those are impersonal records, dry facts....

They will never know US, our personalities, our likes/dislikes, the memories that make us who we are unless we leave a legacy behind in the form of a journal.

For me the beauty of a journal is that it's not a daily diary of my present life, it's a compilation of my memories of my parents, my siblings, my grandparents, etc

I love journalling! I hope you do join in :-)

Anglers Rest said...

Lovely story & a great weekly theme that I spotted on Turning of the Generations.

Pat Pavlina said...

One of my earliest memories is the small jars of ink that we had under our seats in elementary school. We made the ink by soaking crepe paper in water. We used the different color inks in our writing lessons. We would fill in different designs with push pull strokes or circles. It was a fun way to learn cursive writing.