Hair Washing (Jeanne)

I don't remember what brought this to mind recently, but when I was a little kid I hated having my hair washed. I think I was four, five, six years old . . . and my mom would have me lay on the washing machine on my back, hanging my head out over the washtub.

She would scrub my scalp with a vengeance. It hurt! In hindsight, I think she was actually getting out some of her frustrations by doing this. I just knew that I didn't like having my hair washed.

Being the "oopsy" baby and knowing that my mom was busy with teaching full time, running the household, etc. I think she was less than thrilled by raising a little kid when her others were heading into their teens. I wish I'd thought to ask her about this and see how she remembered this. I don't think she was intentionally being hurtful to me.

The past is in the past. I'll put a picture of "little" me here. (I couldn't find a pic of me as a preschooler, so I just grabbed my baby pic.)

Most of my photos are on our home storage and I'm at the lake . . . with my laptop.

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Another Song Memory (Jeanne)

It's weird for me to think that my perception of childhood was that we weren't very musical . . . and yet I keep having memories of songs from my childhood! Yesterday the song "It's Me, Oh Lord" came to mind and I started singing it. What a blast from the 70s! I know we sang it as part of the worship music at St. Joan of Arc Church, but I also wish I could have a conversation with my parents about the words. It definitely stems from Matthew 7:3-5 about taking the log from your own eye before trying to remove the splinter from someone else's. (Actually, I say "definitely" because that's my own perspective. Perhaps I'm way off!) Anyhow, I can absolutely say that I need prayer. Every day, every hour of the day. We sang this song a lot - mostly at church, but at other times, too. It's a good reminder that I am in need of prayer. I need God's grace, love, and mercy. I wonder what my parents thought about this song. Here's a link ...

Nicknames (Jeanne)

I don't remember the why behind these names, but as kids we had them. Ann was "Cookie," Louise was "Toosie," and I was "Poopsie." I don't remember whether Tom had one or not . . . I'll have to ask my siblings. I remember liking my nickname until one of my Canadian uncles thought it was "Poopy." I was soooo upset! I kept correcting him - "It's POOP-SSEEE!" No child wants to be called Poopy. That's just gross. I'll have to add to this entry once I've queried my older siblings about their memories on our nicknames.

Toilet Paper and Thriftiness (Jeanne)

Jeanne's story: Once when I was in high school and a bunch of my friends TPd our house, mom insisted that I collect all the "perfectly good" toilet paper and put paper grocery sacks of it in the bathroom. She took away the rolls of TP until we had used all the outdoor stuff first. She hated wastefulness!

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