This is the first of what I expect will be a number of posts reflecting on my early life. Some of these posts will be essay length; others will be quite brief.
Some of my memories are just snapshots; others are more complete -- movie length. The type of memory, snapshot vs movie, will be reflected in the length of the posts. You can expect to get a glimpse of growing up in a large family during the 1950s and early 1960s. My nuclear family consisted of two interesting parents -- expect more on them in the future -- one brother, three sisters and a dog. There were sundry other pets over the years, but the dog was a pretty consistent and important member of the family. He lived to be 17 years old, never left home for school or camp, so he was always there, unlike some of my siblings, throughout my formative years.
I was the middle child. One sister was almost a decade older than me, my brother just two years older and my two sisters closely spaced behind me with the youngest just three years my junior. They figure large and beloved in my memories. We were a colorful and mischievous group. There are many stories to be told; some side-splitting funny; others just peculiar. I will hope to capture the best of them.
Here goes.
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