Continue “Early Age

The furthest back I can recall is when I was small enough to be bathed in the kitchen washtub. While sitting in it, the water was running. Mom left me to see a neighbor. The water was about to over-flow so I stood up to turn off the faucet. Instead of turning it off, I turned on the hot water. Mom returned in time to hear me screaming; I was not injured, just scared. My mother had been partially blind, on and off, mostly off, a good part of her life. The eye problems began when she was young. The cap of a bottle of cleaning fluid was loose. As she put down the bottle, fluid splashed up into her eyes. She had several cornea transplants in my early years; none of which helped; three to be exact on the same eye. There was a time my mother cooked chicken in a pressure cooker. She was standing at the stove when it blew. Mom was scalded across the chest and there was chicken on the ceiling. I also recall my mother being the dominant parent. It was evident at the dinner table, especially when we had visitors. My dad was subdued when he tried contributing to conversations. “roosh Mox” mom would say in German under her breadth to quiet him, as though no one could hear her.