My earliest memories, such as they are, are from around age 3 or 4, from the house at 4801 S. Mayfield in Chicago. We lived upstairs and the grandparents lived downstairs. I have vague memories of laying on ther floor in the sun room and drawing pictures with a crayon on the underside of the coffee table. I believe that my punishment was to take a tablespoon of castor oil, although I'm told today that it was cod liver oil. Either way, it was a gross form of punishment.
I also remember Ron and I going in to the bedroom to sing "Down by the Station" to our nana who was dying of stomach cancer (linnitus plastica for those medical types).
I recollect mom bleaching my hair with household bleach to keep it "blond", since I was a towhead.
Finally, I remember playing on the swing set when Ron fell and broke his arm. I'm not sure, but I think while playing cowboys and Indians, I may have tried to "hang" RJ....not sure.
Uncle Harold and aunt Dottie lived nearby and I can remember going to their house to watch TV on a small black&white screen. They also took me to the drive-in movie with them to see High Noon when I was 5 or 6. It's the first movie I remember and I was blown away.
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