As I look at the pictures from my daughter’s first two months, the short time that she lived in the Savona House before we moved to Missouri, I am amused by what is in the pictures, and what isn’t.
I am amused by all the stuff, and clutter, the pictures show in the house. We were not wealthy, but we had plenty of stuff. We didn’t have insurance, but we had everything we could need to take care of the baby and ourselves. We were poor, but we had great wealth. (And today there are poor people who have even more than we had then.)
It was a cold winter, and the house was a block house not excessively insulated, but the pictures of me show me often in shorts. The pot belly stove and the wood we were able to cut kept the house warm (At least the great room. We kept it and the bathroom warm, and kept the kitchen from freezing. The bedroom we kept the waterbed warm and didn’t worry about air temperature.)
Something I cannot see a good picture of is something I can remember vividly as part of an incident in Carly’s life. We had a swing that had a seat and a mesh sided mini-bed. I don’t see any clear pictures of the swing. But I do still see the pictures of the basinet. The idea was Carly would sleep in the basinet. But we couldn’t lay her down in it if she wasn’t already asleep. We could lay her down in the swing’s mini-bed.
We finally figured out that in the basinet she couldn’t see, but in the swing she could. They say baby’s eyes don’t focus, but she sure did, enough to be upset by the absence of line-of-sight caused by the basinet.
That isn’t many memories for such an important time. Curious what is and isn’t remembered sometimes.
At The Rainbow 