Assorted Facts of Memory
My childhood phone number was Mohawk 9-2206.
Objects once considered worthless have acquired value through time.
Romance adds flavor to any adventure.
Kinship is the glue of life.
My first freedom was a tan Hiawatha bike with maroon racing stripes.
Prompt words today are: mohawk, worthless, romance, kinship, bike.
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
I know that isn’t a Hiawatha bike with maroon racing stripes, It is actually the first bike I inherited from my sister–a beaten-up old blue Schwinn, but it is the only photo of me and a bike that I could find. The Hiawatha bike was a few years in my future!
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Judy, that bar looks awful familiar…I want to say Key West, but I’m not sure.
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It was in Kuta Beach, Bali.
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Lovely pics.
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What a fun set of memories. My mother didn’t believe in keeping photos, so I don’t have many from my early years other than a very few formal photos she had taken to send to my dad during WW11
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Mine never did either, Janet. Bless my much older sister for using me as her subject so often. I used an entire summer’s waitressing wages to buy my mother a Polaroid and I don’t think she hardly ever used it.
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My grandmother was somewhat nomadic after my grandfather died — she moved from one hotel to another, and carried suitcases of photos with her. Eventually I believe they all burned in a fire, and my mother never wanted to carry such a burden with her.
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Mine gave them all to me and I carried the burden! Most were of me because I was the baby of the family. Very few of my mother and the sister who took the photos. A few of my dad that I took. A few of my middle sister. I was just always there and a willing model I guess. Lucky me.
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My dad was the photographer in our family, mostly taking scenery shots with color slides. I guess I inherited that hobby from him, since my mother’s comment about my photos was always “What are you going to do with them all?”
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Loved the photos!
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My Hiawatha bike was blue. I don’t remember it having a basket. You don’t change, Judy.
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Well, I don’t think I’d fit into that dress anymore, Martha! ;o). I actually don’t know if my sister’s bike was a Schwinn, either. I just remembered that as being another brand of bike back then.
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Yeah, I guess the clothes thing. š I don’t think I look at all like I did as a little girl, you do, though.
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It would be fun to have bloggers post a photo of themselves as a baby, a child and now. There are some that I don’t even know whether they are male or female because they use a title, not their name.
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I do enjoy these memories, Judy
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A great waltz through memory lane.
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