
My very earliest memory is of an incident that occurred when I was about 18 months old. I have been told that I fell down the basement stairs at that age. Although I do not remember the actual fall, I do remember opening the basement door and closing it. For a moment, my little feet stood on the ledge or doorsill. I remember being delighted and amazed at being clever enough to enter the forbidden passage; and then, I remember loosing my footing. However, I do not remember the fall or any pain. Nor, do I remember from my own recollection the rest of the story.
But, this was the family tale. My mother was working as a nurse's aide when I fell. She called to ask my dad how things were going while she was at work. My father reported about my mishap. When my mother asked if I was badly injured, my father replied, "She must be all right as she is eating several pancakes." The story goes that my mother was more upset about her baby eating pancakes than the actual fall.
Note: In the picture are my grandparents and my father.