What is Your First Memory? Readers Comments

Author s note and update on Nov 8,2007. While writing this post yesterday, I remarked to a friend how I wished someone would link to this special post due to the quality of the answers. Well, I noticed on technorati yesterday, that Brennan an author on Bitki Outdoor Furniture News made my wish come true. I tried to leave him a comment, but I kept getting an error message. Here is the comment I made to Brennan in reference to his post about Misty's comment. In addition, Misty's comment is followed by a compassionate remark from Sandee, an remark mistakenly understood by Brennan as the blogs author. In other words, he saw Sandee's comment so he believed her the author. In any event, they are both great comments as all of the comments in in this post.

Here's the comment I've been trying to leave on Bitki Brennan

Brennan, You have the correct link on A Nice Place In The Sun, but the comment was left by Misty with My Dogs Keep Me Sane. It wouldn't let me list her link, but it's on my post.

Her comment was followed by a compassionate remark from Sandee at Comedy Plus, and her link is on my blog as well.

I couldn't be happier and more appreciative of your post. This kind of linking was my original intention behind writing the weekly post Tuesday's Question. It's great to see one blogger offer another recognition, especially when it's in response to such a heartfelt passage.

I know both of these bloggers will be as delighted as I am by your discovery of this post.

I will link the post on A Nice Place In The Sun back to this one, as well as mention it to these bloggers.

Thank you Brennan

If you would like to visit Brennan's post here's the link.

Beginning post-

Yesterday was the sixteenth question that I've asked as part of Tuesday's Questions-a post question and link party I've been posting every Tuesday. I'm having a blast, mainly because of my readers and friends heartfelt contributions. You are in a spectacular group of people, who for the last sixteen weeks have contributed warmth and fun to this weekly post. All of you are the ingredients responsible for the flavor of Tuesday's Question. By offering honest, thoughtful, and most of all heartfelt comments every week, every reader who answers a question is helping build A Nice Place In The Sun. - a figure of speech meant to metaphorically represent the warm atmosphere created by friendship. These post questions are gracefully carried by each of you each week, and I thank you. And your charm certainly couldn't have been more apparent yesterday when I asked, the following question, What is your first memory?

I found the following comments some of the most touching I've read since I've been blogging. But, you can judge for yourself; here is my unbelievably impressive friends and fellow bloggers comments, ...well actually their post-

The first Comment is from Marja, at Dutchcorner

Oh ann what a lovely picture I like it far better than photo's taken when everybody is dressed up. and how much the boy (your brother?) on the picture looks like your son and a pretty mum you have. Your first memory was a bit scary. Mine too in a different way than. I remember my mum had too drag me over the street to get me too preschool for the first time. I completely refused. The nuns at that school just let me cry for a while sitting outside the playroom on a bench. Than I peeked into the door and thought oh this isn't that bad. Have a great day.

Misty at My Dogs Keep Me Sane

I turned two on June 26, and on July 4, my dad took me to my grandparents to live. I remember him coming around to the side of the truck, opening the door, and sitting me down. I then toddled over to my grandparents who were sitting on a porch swing. I climbed up into their laps and watched my dad pull out the driveway. I don't remember any of the other events of that day, though.

Sandee at

I remember being very little, probably around three or four, and my mom and dad (both have passed away) telling me that they could see Santa Claus in the Christmas tree. Everytime I looked he wasn't there. They were tricking me, but I loved it. This continued on for many years. I did the same thing to my son when he was little.

Great question Ann. You really made us think on this one. Have a great day. :)

Sandee's kind words to Misty;

A big hug to Misty Dawn. That is so sad. :)

Eric, from
Speedcat Hollydale Page

Great stories! I have never sat on an ant hill, and it sounds like this is a good thing.

I faintly remember the day when my real Grandfather (my mother was raised by his brother) gave me a record player. I used it until I was at least 8. Every record I played reminded me of him. It was a very special gift from a special man.

Eric "Speedcat Hollydale"

Shinade at The Painted Veil

What a lovely picture and what a lovely idea to share memories. I was so pleased to meet you in chat last night. I have heard so much about you and now I can see why. I absolutely love it here. I will definitely be visiting as often as I can.

Of course as I am blogging on the road with my hubby my visit time is limited right now. So please forgive me for not being able to get by everyday. And as I was raised in the south also. I am well aware of those horrid ant beds and their awful stings.

You have an absolutely elegant blog,

Winston, from

Eat Your Maths

It isn't an ugly picture!!! I can figure which was you, beware, Lol!

Well mine was simple. I was about 3,and Mum was about to bring me out- she left me to take my shoes and wear them. Well, it's not such a difficult job.

However, I steadily (and confidently) slipped my teeny weeny feet into the wrong shoe! Left into right, and right into left.

My mum came to change it for me. Simple but true.

I was also scanning through (no reference to the scaner, lol!) my photos- when I was 4 and in Nursery, my mom took a photo of me pinching a girl's cheeks affectionately, LOL! Almost landed in jail. Just kiding, heh..

I wonder why, was always one of the cutest kids when I was young. SO diferent from now, lol ;p

Diamondssaphire from Nonsense, fun, Tears, Happiness & Anger All Rolled Into One

Oddly enough, I was still a baby, about a year old. (maybe a little older.) But I remember it like it was yesterday, as if I was an adult. (So this makes sense, I am adopted) I was living in a foster home, I was in my crib and I can remember a girl, she was very pretty, maybe in her late teens, with dark hair and a soft spoken voice picking me up and holding me like she was never going to let go.

Even as I think about it now as I type, she seemed to have alot love radiating from her and very angelic.

I could never really understand it and and up until I was 17 I kept it to myself. I remember telling my mom about it and I can still rememeber the look on her face and she all she could say was "That was the foster mother's daughter."

To this day I don't know why I remember it, my mom thinks it maybe the first time I felt love, but even at 31 years old, when I think about that one memory, I feel calm and at peace. It's weird, very weird, something I still don't ubderstand and probably never will.

Patois from Whee! All The Way Home

Outing myself as 46 with this memory of nearly 44 years ago. We were in Massachusetts. My grandmother and mother were both crying. I'd never seen such a sight. My older siblings and I were placed in front of the TV to watch some children's show. I don't know what. All the adults were quite distraught. John Kennedy had been assassinated.

Dawn from Twisted Sister

Ann that is lovely family photo!
I'm not sure what my earliest memory is... I remember the smell of arrowroots and apple juice in Kindergarten... oh and the smell of wet clay. I remember my mother teaching me to cross the street alone and feeling so grown up. It's hard to pin point an actual first memory though. Great question!

Thanks again to all of you!


Marja said...

I hadn't read all the comments yet and it was very interesting to read all these different experiences. Ann you put so much work into this must cost you hours.

aniceplaceinthesun.blogspot.com said...

Marja, Thank you Marja for reading them. It's bloggers like you that make it all worthwhile. Thanks for stopping by~

I hope you have a great day~

I'm still reading I love you more, and it's good Marja. :)


Misty DawnS said...

For some reason, I have goosebumps after reading all of these. I guess the first memories are emotional to me.

Sandee said...

This was a fun question Ann. Looks like your Tuesday question is getting bigger and bigger. Have a great day. :)

aniceplaceinthesun.blogspot.com said...

Sandee, Thank you for being incredibly supportive of Tuesday's Question. I think it's really made a difference, I really do. Plus, your comments are so good.

I don't know how I'd get along without you. :))


aniceplaceinthesun.blogspot.com said...

Misty, I hope you read my message on MyBlogLog. I found a link to your question on technorati yesterday. I tried to leave a comment on the blog that linked to it, although for some reason I keep getting an error message. So I posted the comment as an update on this post. Thanks for your heartfelt contribution. It really was touching.

Have a great evening~


Misty DawnS said...

Thank you for passing the link on to me Ann. I am honored and touched, and I honestly don't know what to say.

To answer your earlier question - No, posting this first memory did not make me sad at all. Taking me to be raised by my very special grandparents was the best thing my dad could have ever done for me. They were able to give me so many things that he knew he would be unable to. And, just so you know, my dad and I have a priceless relationship and he means the absolute world to me.

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