It is hard to imagine our parents, who we only knew as adults, and possibly now as aged men and women as children. I just can't picture my mother running around playing tag or hide-and-seek.
It is a little easier to imagine her playing house because she loved keeping up her home and caring for my sister and I, and later the grandchildren.
Mom was the oldest of six; three boys and three girls. I'm sure a lot fell to her shoulders as she got older.
Here she is at a family gathering. That is her on the left sitting on her father's hip. He was always a stern man and seeing him holding my mom is kind of funny for some reason. The woman to the right is Grandma Jennie holding Aunt Marie. I have to wonder what had Marie's attention, or was she just squirming and ready to go play?
To the right is Nellie Keith Martin, Jennie's mother. She raised Jennie by herself in southwestern Kansas. Another thing that is hard to imagine.
The two ladies are grandad's sisters and the men are their husbands. I don't know who the children are. This was taken at one of the sister's homes a few counties to the east of where my grandparents lived.
Another bit of imagining: What brought the families together? What did they have for dinner? My guess would be fried chicken with lots of mashed potatoes and fresh tomatoes from the garden.
Here's my mother a little older. I'm terrible at ages and there aren't any dates but my guess would be third grade.
My mother has been gone for almost 27 years. That doesn't even seem possible. I asked a lot of questions growing up, especially after I started doing genealogy in 1976, but there was never enough time and too many questions. I didn't always write them down.
Mom didn't talk a lot about her childhood. She grew up to be a strong woman who raised two of us on her own.
Have you thought about your own parents as children?
Have you asked the questions?
Have you written the answers down?
Hmmm. Maybe they had a pot roast for dinner.