Linda’s Fond Memories of Childhood
Looking back on her childhood is one of Linda Moore’s favorite things to do, especially when she thinks back to the tricks her older brother, Robert, used to play on her.
“I like to think about myself when I was a child and some of the antics of my childhood,” she said.
When she was about seven or eight years old, she said she would sometimes climb into a baby carriage that was kept in their home. She was small for her age, she said, and she fit into the carriage without any problem.
But one of those times she got the ride of her life when her brother started pushing her from room to room at high speed all through the house. The crazy ride began when her brother decided to pretend the carriage was a hot rod.
“He raced through the kitchen and then headed for the den. The problem was that there was a good-sized step to get down into it because it was slightly lower than the rest of the house. My Dad had made part of the laundry into the den. When the carriage hit the step so fast, a wheel broke, and I went flying right out of the carriage,” Linda recalled.
She said she remembers it well since she landed hard on her back and wound up with a backache.
“There I was on the floor crying, and my brother was laughing so hard he couldn’t even help me,” she said. “But he wasn’t laughing later when our parents got home from work. He was in trouble then.”
Robert, who was eight or nine years older than Linda, and their sister who was about six years older, had to watch Linda after school every day. But Robert, even though he was the oldest, insisted that she had to make him peanut butter and jelly sandwiches whenever he wanted one. While she made the sandwich, he also made her sing a song which she described as “a funny little ditty about peanut butter and jelly sandwiches that was going around then.”
Linda often objected and asked why he didn’t make it for himself since he was the older sibling.
“I’m the kid. You should be making them for me, not the other way around,” she would say.
His answer was always the same: “Because you’re the girl!”
“There I was on the floor crying, and my brother was laughing so hard he couldn’t even help me…But he wasn’t laughing later when our parents got home from work. He was in trouble then.”
Another of her brother’s favorite antics would happen when Robert would clamber up the side of the house, shimmying himself up by hanging onto an outdoor television antenna until he reached the roof. From his roof top perch, he would yell, “Superman,” as he looked down on Linda.
“He’d actually dare me to climb up there and jump down,” she said. “But I would never do it.”
She said Robert actually would jump off the roof, but he somehow managed to do it without ever getting hurt.
“Of course we aren’t like that as adults. We all get along very well,” Linda added.
Linda lives in a house near Thomasville, Georgia, on three acres of land that is full of pecan trees, but she grew up in central Florida. She always had lots of pets, and she was especially fond of rabbits.
She learned to read at a very young age and some of her early memories are of sitting next to her Dad when she was about five years old and reading chapter headings in the Bible. It was a heavy family Bible and, since Linda was so tiny, her father had to hold up the Bible for her as she read.
“Our parents instilled good values in us, and education was very important to them so I learned to read at a very early age. I was probably about four years old,” she said.
>She also remembers that her parents often read to her, which she feels may have been an encouragement for her to start reading on her own as soon as she could.
Linda not only read a great deal as a child, she also wrote many stories and poems when she was little. Many of them were about the rabbits she loved so much. Now, as a divorced mother of three adult children, she continues to write. Beside poetry, she also writes fiction and she said the ideas for it “just come into my head and I write them down.”
She has two daughters and two grandsons who live several hours away in South Carolina, and her son lives in Moultrie, Georgia.
Linda used to be a retail operations manager in a retail business, but she got laid off a while ago. These days she does what she calls “private sittings,” which involves doing personal care work.
In her spare time she likes to walk and hike and stay active, and she isn’t “much of a TV person,” she said.
But her absolute favorite thing to do is reading – everything and anything she can get her hands on. She especially likes mystery stories.
“I wish all the kids in the world had books. There are some who, as children of a single parent, probably spend a lot of time alone at home and books could take them places they’d never be able to go,” she said.
As a child of working parents, Linda also found reading to be a wonderful outlet.
She and her siblings grew up in a middle-class neighborhood, in a house at the end of a cul-de-sac in a nice subdivision. But she wasn’t allowed to stray very far from her home while her parents were out of the house. Robert, although so much older, certainly provided her with a good bit of diversion, especially when he was playing tricks on her, but her sister didn’t spend a lot of time with her.
“Being six years older, she wasn’t interested in having her little sister tagging along when she was with her friends,” Linda said. “My sister and I share a bedroom, so I had to get out whenever she had friends over after high school.”
But Linda did get to play quite a bit with a girl cousin who was three years younger and lived nearby.
All in all, even though she was the butt of many jokes and tricks as a little girl, Linda looks back on her childhood with the greatest fondness.
Thank you Linda, for sharing your Story with us.
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