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first memory... Apparently I was a year and a half old, (so my mother tells me), and I remember being behind a chicken wire fence wearing a blue and white checkered dress. While standing with my fingers through the chicken wire holding myself up for support my uncle was on the other side of the fence making sounds of a rooster... and then I started to cry. |
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dream... Ok...this is weird...and it's not the first time I've had this dream. Ok..me and the Fonz, (dont' ask), are hiding behind crates full of live chickens in a huge warehouse. We are at one end of the warehouse and then there are mobsters, kinda like from Who Framed Roger Rabbit, at the other end. I sneezed by accident and then the mobsters started to shoot with their guns at me and the Fonz. I looked at Fonzy, then looked down at my belly and realized that we both were covered in chicken feathers. I then say "Hey, you look like a chicken"... and then I wake up. I've been having this dream probably twice a year for about 13 years. Every time I have this dream nothing changes. |
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first memory.. When I was young I remember my mother picking outmeal out of my hair. Apparently I had dumped the bowl over my head and a photographer was coming to take pictures of me and my sister. I think Aunt Anne was there too or Lillian Caulfield, my mother's friend. There was a frenzied panic around me but I knew everything would be okay. I still have one of the pictures in a frame hanging in the hall on my light green wall. |
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first memory... Watching from the kitchen window as the children in the next house were being bathed by their mother in their kitchen sink.. I was likely sitting in our sink having my bath, too. I must have been just a year or two old. |
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ancestors... Our family roots stretch back from the last couple of generations here in Maritime and Eastern Canada to England, Ireland and Scotland. |
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first memory... I remember getting my green gum boots and putting them on and going down the stairs wearing only them. I got a bucket of dirt and dumped it on the carpet when I went back upstairs. |
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recent dream.. I've forgotton it. Something to do with a trip.. |
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oldest memory...Driving onto a cable ferry across the Red Deer River somewhere near Drumheller Alberta. I remember driving down the bank of the river, through a small amount of water and up the ferry's ramp. Maybe it is why I still always like going on ferries - particularly small ones with ramps. At the time we were probably on one of a few trips to unearth the fossilized leg of an edmontonosaurus that my older brother had found. The bone is still encased in the burlap and plaster and in the rough wooden crate that it was placed in. |
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On my father's side my ancestors are from Cambridge, England - my father trained in the medical field during the second World War, his father being an amputee from the previous war and the owner of a pub. On my mother's side my ancestors are from Inverness, Scotland. to continue with the war anecdotes ..... my mother used a stick to push Rudolf Hess' plane across a large gridded plotting table as he flew it across the North Sea to Scotland to flee Germany during the war. My mother's father was a builder/carpenter and constructed many beautiful homes in Inverness. I like going to Scotland, particularly the Outer Hebrides off the west coast. |
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dream... I had one the other day that was interesting to me and something about the Newfoundland landscape - somewhere I have travelled to (I am out from British Columbia). I cannot bring the dream to ming but have some vague image of the coast from on top of the shoreline and maybe some buildings........ not too much (and without more seems basically a not-from-Newfoundlander's cliche .... but I'm sure there was more). I'll come back to it if anything comes to mind. |
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dream... I went to work for a boss I used to have. In real life this boss is moody and has trouble keeping steady employees but in my dream he was kind and friendly and everyone liked him. In my dream he kept giving me things like a van and more employee benefits. I found this strange and remember thinking how two faced he was that he was forgetting the way he appeared to people in real life. I was not convinced and knew that he was just pretending not to be a jerk. |
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first memory... I remember on a nice sunny afternoon while I was wearing a blue shirt throwing the biggest tantrum and screaming and crying until I was sobbing and saying mournfully "I don't want to go to school". It was my first day of nursery school. I also remember that before I could walk very well, when I was a baby, I would take a hotwheels car and look for a bump in the carpet and roll the car over it, again and again. It must have been pretty early because I couldn't walk very well yet.. |
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first memory... I remember driving home from the theatre after Star Wars with a C3PO doll. |
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ancestors... My mothers side of the family was traced back to 1066 in Exeter England. Dad comes from a big Catholic family and we're unsure where they came from originally. |
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