Thursday, November 30, 2006


This two generation picture was taken in West Brattleboro, Vt. in 1940. My Mother and Dad were enjoying a rare moment alone with my maternal grandparents.

Our family, by this time, consisted of 5 little girls, of which I was the youngest, and it was rare indeed for us to be separated from Mother & Dad. We were living in Plainfield, NJ at that time but we were able to get to Vermont on a few special occasions. This was quite an ordeal because we didn’t own a car and had to make the journey by train.

My grandparents home was not large and usually my parents would stay there and we five would be parceled out to friends and relatives. I would imagine that we were with our cousins when this picture was taken. They lived nearby in a large farm-type colonial located in the center of West Brattleboro.

I remember that big white house and, in particular, the bedroom where I was to stay for this particular trip. I had been assigned to the lower bunk of a two-tier bed and it was here that I left my little suitcase and my other treasures. I knew they would be safe there.

To be honest I don’t remember much about that trip except for what happened the first night that I slept in that room. Being the youngest of the clan I’m sure that I was the first to be put to bed. I’m also sure I rebelled and I probably tried my darndest to stay awake...but sleep overtook me and I drifted off.

The next thing I remember was being attacked by a wild animal. The room was black as pitch and my screams just made the unknown attacker more frenzied. I was flailing around with my arms and trying to protect my head when my cousin finally turned on the light. She was shaking me and trying to figure out why I was screaming. As I started to calm down I noticed a large cat sitting on the foot of my bed. He seemed to have a sly, “gotcha”, smirk on his feline face and I realized that this was my “wild animal”.

Of course my cousin explained it all. The innocent cat sleeping with her and then jumping down from the top bunk and landing squarely on me, scaring me out of my wits. Did I buy that? Not on your life...that cat was out to get me and his big Cheshire smile proved it!


Anonymous Anonymous said...

I love good memories! Nice, cozy blog you have here Ginnie :)

5:31 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

It's sad that we can't ever go back and relive teh past, feel it again. Life seems so fleeing otherwise. And so many people to miss.

8:25 PM  
Blogger SuperP. said...

I also dropped in and enjoyed your memory! Hope to read more another time. Blessings.

11:01 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Great photo Ginnie. I don't have any photos with my parents and grandparents. It has held up well over the years.

With regard to the cat or the other of us would have ended up dead I fear. LOL

4:09 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Great story, Ginnie. Shame on that a little girl, it probably was more like a lion.
Didn't people dress spiffy back then? I miss the wearing of hats. I think it "finished" off a woman's outfit. Great photo.

5:56 PM  

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