Today I am Three

Or at least my Blog is.
Hard to believe I’ve been tapping away at the keyboard all this time, well, not continuously!
wp anniversaryA lot has happened in those three years, and over my 1925 posts, you’ve read about most of it.
This was my first post, and immediate changes from that to today are:
Home is no longer the cottage,
We have no chickens,
Tom Cruise murdered Jack Reacher,
Most of our Teddy Bears have been rehomed, and
I sold my piano two years ago.

But what was I doing when I was actually a three year old infant?

I have a 2 inch square black and white picture of me with a jackdaw that my Dad had saved and nursed back to health. I was standing on a box in the kitchen and leaning over the wooden sink drainer.
That wooden drainer played an important part in my childhood as I remember many a time sitting on it after stand up baths in the big butler sink or having grazed knees bathed, plastered and made better by Mum’s TLC.

My earliest memory of a front door had my family baffled for years as no-one had or had had, a door that matched my description, which was black and white panels with an oval glass insert at the top.
Years later, and I mean SERIOUS years later, someone was going through some old photographs and came across a picture of the house my uncle had lived in with his first wife. Yep, that was the door I could remember, and I could not have been more than three when they divorced.

I was also about three in the picture my sister sent up to the local newspaper for my 50th birthday. In it, I was offering a bunch of mangled weeds to someone and the caption she had put underneath was ‘Still Cute at 50’.
Sis describing me as ‘Cute’ conjures up an odd image and mixed feelings.

Can you remember what you were doing or what you were like at 3?
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About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! We have recently lost our beloved dog Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney, and now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of my GSD so had hers done too. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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19 Responses to Today I am Three

  1. Victo Dolore says:

    Happy Blogiversary!!!!! Woohoo!

  2. joyroses13 says:

    Congrats on 3 years! I remember my Grandpa at the age of 3. Of climbing in his lap and getting little mints that he always had for me in his pocket 🙂

  3. Congratulations on your blog turning Three.

  4. scifihammy says:

    Congratulations! That’s quite an achievement and a lot of posts. As long as you’re still having fun – which it certainly seems like 🙂

  5. Congratulations! You and I (or at least our blogs) are very nearly the same age, and our stats are quite similar (although you’re a little ahead of me, darn you). Hopefully, we’ll both be doing this for awhile yet so we can keep on being blogging buddies.

  6. The Hook says:

    Happy Blog Birthday!

  7. Congrats on three years!

    I’m pretty sure as a three year old I was obsessed with destroying the interloper in my life known as my new little brother. Shortly thereafter, my sister came along and I gave up trying to get rid of both of them.Too much work.

  8. My earliest memory: Summer of ’44, but quite not a movie. Yup. I was three. Packing SPAM for my father overseas after D-Day. ***To quote President Reagan, “There you go again.” You triggered a memory. And now I’m all over the past, at that time. That’s how it all works. My last blog-ette is all about those pasts. Thanks for looking at it.

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