I remembered asking my mother, Lee, what I was like as a baby when I was around seven years of age. She first explained that when she was ready to go to the hospital to welcome me into the world – dad had to take time to shave. She was probably ready to punch him or worse…when I arrived in the elevator as a natural birth…all eight pounds and nine ounces of me. I think she must have been really mad at my father for the crazy delay in arriving to the hospital. The incident was probably dismissed by her when my dad said that I was a pretty baby and that he was so proud of her. I was born on December 25th and after mom came home from the hospital – she put me under the tree with all the lights and snapped a picture. She said that everyone in the family welcomed a new special present that year!
As a small child, I was curious as most babies were. There were many pictures taken when I was about a year old on the front porch in diapers watching ants crawling around. Mom said that would have probably have occupied me for hours – but I am sure it was in ½ hour increments. I was the youngest girl and my sister Sandy was thirteen years older than me. I also had two older brothers Max being 11 years older and John 10 years my senior. Next to the porch was a faucet where the garden hose could be connected and it dripped ever so slowly. Sandy would do the “Itsy Bitsy Spider” song with the hand movements like a tiny spider crawling up the water spout. I know I wanted her to repeat the song to me again and again and mom told me that I was mesmerized by it.
Mom went on to explain that I was a quiet baby and cautioned everyone in the family not to slam doors when leaving or entering the house. Well apparently that didn’t happen – the doors would slam and I would wake up crying from my naps. After my older brothers and sister got used to the idea of me being around…I am sure it was a quieter household. Mom said that Sandy babysat me a lot and just loved holding me. She probably was secretly thinking of what life would be like if she had children of her own one day.
As time passed and I grew older – I remember some of the things that happened and how I felt. In this great big beautiful world I really never felt like I belonged which was confusing to me. I was quite shy up until the age of five – but as I entered in kindergarten the shyness subsided and I made some friends who lived right up the street from me. In grade school we walked to and from school and my friends, Lori and Michelle, Patty, and Diana and I would make our way to our classes which was just about ½ mile one way. My mother Lee, would always wait for us if it was raining or freezing outside…in a warm car just as we all were heading home! We would all pile in her car and as she drove down the street toward our house, she would drop each girl off and make sure they were safely in their parent’s homes. That walk to and from school seemed like it would never end, but it was good when we finally arrived home! The aroma of a home-made meal was in the air and my mother was such a great cook! We all looked forward to a delicious evening meal together and to have conversations about our day.
I was around seven years of age and was told by Lori, that Mrs. Lewis had some Cocker Spaniel pups ready to be adopted. I remember asking mom if I could have one of the puppies and I think she felt that it was the right time to teach me the responsibilities of owning a pet. I remember walking up the street with my mother and the puppies were in a penned in area in a corner of Mrs. Lewis’s kitchen. She had soft blankets so the puppies could lay down and not be on the cold floor. From what I remember there were five puppies to choose from and I was so excited to finally get one to play with! There was one pup that came up to my mother and then came up to me. She was black with white markings on her chest and paws and a small amount on her nose and between her eyes. She was the cutest puppy I had ever seen! Mom picked up the puppy and held her gently in her arms and asked me what I wanted to name her, and I replied “Tammy” that will be her name…mom agreed as we made our way home with our newest family member.
That evening I was probably teasing the new puppy way too much. She would hide under the big chairs in the dining room and was shaking. Mom scolded me for that and reminded me that Tammy was just getting used to us in her new environment. After dinner, I found a nice box and cut it in half and placed Tammy in the box on a nice soft blanket with a softly ticking clock which I thought would be like the sound of her mother’s heartbeat. She fell right asleep all curled up in the box and was so tiny – but very precious in my eyes and I vowed to take good care of her.
Eventually as Tammy got older, dad got her a dog house and we had her chained outside by the garage, but we would let her inside the house when it was cold. Tammy broke loose from her chain (I can’t count how many times she did this) and made her way to the school! I guess I preferred sitting by the windows in all my classrooms and the teacher would see Tammy jumping up and down by the window and asked if she was my dog – yes she was, and I would be excused to call mom to come and pick her up. She would get loose and wait for me at the bus stop when I got older, and was so smart. She knew about all the crosswalks and where my bus stops were and would sit and wait patiently every day for me until I graduated high School. Tammy was my wonderful companion and there were many times I thought she had developed intuition like humans. We played in the snow and took long walks together. (She took her own walks too.) Tammy was so devoted to me – even today I look back on those memories and am astounded as to how special she really was. Apparently – she was my guardian in a way and never really wanted me out of her sight which has always been a special memory and blessing to me as I matured.
Later that same year, I remembered going to grandma’s house (my mom’s mother) usually once every other week there would be a visit. I went most of the time to visit my grandmother but other times I would stay home and read or play with Tammy. I remember that it was a beautiful sunny day when mom and I visited. On that day when we visited, my grandmother (Helen) had lots of different rose bushes outside and lots of iris plants growing in her yard. She would give mom flower bulbs to take home and plant in our yard. Grandma also did a lot of canning preserves, green beans, other vegetables, and all types of fruit for pies in the cool cellar at her little house. She would always take mom and I down there and show us the new fruits and vegetables she was preserving for the winter months. I know she canned a lot of peaches and apples and sometimes we would have apple pie and ice cream as a treat…so delicious!
One of my first lessons concerning trust was when I was also seven years old. Not too far from grandmother’s house was a small neighborhood store where the children would go to get candy and popsicles. I was interested in obtaining my favorite cherry flavored popsicle which at the time was like finding fifty dollars on the ground as an adult! Mom explained that I should stay on the sidewalk and look both ways before crossing the street to the store. I just remember feeling so happy that I had finally reached “big-girl” status according to my grandmother. Both my mother and grandmother were standing in the yard and watched me as I made my way down the street…and I am sure that I ran all the way there and back! The store owner was a kind gentleman and asked me where my parents were and I pointed to my mother and grandmother still waiting in the yard for my return. He smiled and asked what treat that I would like and I pointed to the freezer where the ice cream was and I gave the man ten cents for the popsicle and made my way back to grandma’s house. I remember feeling empowered and happy that I was allowed to go all by myself to the store. It was a different time back then when neighbors helped one another and everyone could leave their front doors open. Unfortunately, it is not like that today in a world where lots of uncertainty, fear, and doubt exists.
One of the things I loved to do was “play house.” This activity began around the age of ten and my mother so graciously gave me her old furniture. I had my own apartment complete with piano, chairs and end tables, a nice rug on the floor, and lots of decorative pillows! I had a large chest of drawers that I put some of my toys in, and on top of the dresser was a family of gerbils that made their home in an abandoned fish tank. All of this took place in our basement with cement floors and tiny windows. Of course there was also a washer and dryer there which I pretended to use. That was so fun to me…every time mom had an old pillow or piece of furniture she would help me decorate my own personal “play station!”
When I entered the fourth grade (still the age of ten) I was very interested in learning how to play the flute. I knew that it would cost quite a bit of money but every day for a few weeks, I would imagine having a beautiful flute and see myself playing it effortlessly. I enjoyed being outdoors and loved nature and would see in my mind’s eye a beautiful flute being delivered to me by my guardian angel. One day when I walked home from school, there on the dining room table was a long black case. I asked mom what was in the case…and she told me to look inside…it was a beautiful shiny new flute! I was so amazed! My dad said I could try it out I was emotional as I picked up the flute. That year, I was in the school band a short while and even though it was a beautiful flute….piano was more my passion and I took lessons for a few years. I soon realized that I didn’t need to be in the school band to play an instrument which was a good music and life lesson for me.
I remember when I was twelve years of age one late evening it was about ready to storm. Heat lightening would light up the rooms of our house. I remember that this went on for a while and as I was walking down the highway I glanced in my dark bedroom. To my amazement – I saw the outline of Jesus Christ’s head with the crown of thorns that glowed bright gold in my window! I thought I was seeing things but it was very real. I stepped back and looked in the room again and the image was still there. I ran to my mother and told her that I saw Jesus in my window, and she replied that the lightening was just playing tricks on me. I knew what I saw, and the image was very real and spectacular!
There were other instances as I recall that made me feel like a fish out of water…or that I just didn’t “fit in” with the other kids. I listened more and talked less and I was always aware of my surroundings where ever I was. I always would ask my mother if I was “adopted” and she always said “No, honey, you are my girl.” I thought perhaps that since my brothers and sister were more than ten years older than me, that I could be adopted which was a confusing thought. I still felt loved and after some time passed… it really didn’t matter. I was a member of the McKay family and that was just fine with me. I did get teased a lot by my brothers who played tricks on me…mostly scary tricks which I didn’t like. But I think after a while I figured out ways to “get even” and they eventually left me alone. My sister and brothers were out of the house and at college when I was a teenager. It was quieter at home during those years which my parents and I enjoyed.
There were several occasions where I felt that I was being treated unfairly. As far as I was concerned, the judge and jury hadn’t decided on a specific punishment for me. I would get mad because I felt that no one understood my point of view. Weren’t adults always supposed to be right? My mom and dad had some friends over one evening and they were sitting around the kitchen table about ready to play a game of cards. My father’s friends were starting to tell some dirty jokes and they were laughing. My father didn’t want me to hear the jokes – so I was told to go to my room. Why was I being punished for something I didn’t do? I felt so alone and started to cry – still not knowing why I was being ridiculed for being a kid! After about ten minutes (that felt like an eternity) my father knocked on the door and asked if he could enter my room….”yes” – I replied. He felt guilty and apologized for scolding me over nothing really. I was so young – that I probably wouldn’t have understood what they were talking about anyway. I think that incident also taught him a lesson – and as far as I knew there were no more dirty jokes told in our household…at least while I was still awake!
There were many instances that stood out in my life, and I remember them vividly now as an adult. Around the age of sixteen, I wanted to treat dad to his favorite meal at the local restaurant in town that he loved so much. Mom went too of course, but I had saved up some money to leave a tip for the waiter and to help pay for mom’s meal. I always liked their meatloaf and mashed potatoes, and I think mom had chicken, and dad also tried the meatloaf. After pushing ourselves away from the table, I paid for most of the meal (dad kindly chipped in) and we waddled back to the car. We always ate so much there, that when we got home we felt like taking naps like a family of bears hibernating – snoring until spring! As we were about ready to cross the road a car spun around the corner and almost hit dad as he was walking ahead of mom and I. I lunged forward and held him back. That driver didn’t care what or who was in the road….as he whooshed by! Dad thanked me and mom was clearly relieved. My father had a good rest of his “special day” as we took the country roads back to the house and were all so thankful that no one was hurt and that my awareness was in high gear that day!
Fast forward to when I about 22 years old. My mom and I were driving on the highway that was usually four lanes, but was down to two lanes because half of the highway was under construction. There was a westbound lane and an eastbound lane separated by a large area of grass and orange barrels in the center of the lanes. I was driving and noticed that all the cars ahead of me were stopped and were not moving. Mom urged me to pass several times, but something told me to stay in the lane and there was a reason all the cars were stopped. I just politely told her my reasoning and she said ok. About ten minutes went by and all of a sudden a car came down the lane that mom wanted me to pass in…at around 55 mph going the wrong way! Oh my goodness…I know the grace of God was with us in that moment! It was a shock to us. Unfortunately, the people in that car were killed and they also ran into another car at the same speed in the wrong lane. It was so sad for my mom and I to hear the news and I wondered why that driver didn’t realize his or her mistake that could have saved lives had only they been more alert.
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