I think my earliest memory must be around 1942 or so, when I was five years old. We were living in Los Alamos where Daddy was helping build buildings during WW2. I seem to recall that we were living in a little trailer that Daddy had built. There were just the three of us girls then, Norma, Carole and me. Our bed was like a drawer that was built in under Mother and Daddy's bed. I think Norma was already in school, as she would be six years old in 1942.
My brightest memory is the snow, and driving down the road from where we lived to Santa Fe. We needed snow boots, and we probably went to J.C. Penney or some such store to buy them. I remember the road was very scary. Maybe that is where I developed my fear of mountain heights. I still have trouble to this day with very tall mountains.
I also remember that on one of those trips, we girls were in the back seat of the car reading comic books. I remember that Mother asked Norma if I was reading the words or just repeating what she had already read to me. Norma assured her that I was reading the words. So I guess I learned to read before I went to school. I think maybe the three of us accomplished that. Mother was a great reader, and Daddy read when he had the time (which wasn't very often) . We all read voraciously, except Kathy. Occasionally she will pick up a book, but I think she is happier "doing" than reading about doing.
Dot
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Speaking of reading...one of my favorite memories is discovering Dick Francis. I think I was staying out at the "farm" in Edinburg one summer when everyone was up in Roswell...at any rate, I always loved visiting Aunt Dot because there were so many books around. I started reading Dick Francis and was hooked immediately. He is still one of my absolute favorite authors.
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