Memories Slice day 29

I spent the first part of my childhood growing up in a small town. You know, the kind of place where everybody knows everybody and so you can’t get away with anything without your mom being immediately called. It was a big relief when we moved to a big, anonymous, suburb.

Anyway, because small town Kansas was such a large part of my childhood, I stay connected with it through a Facebook page for people who grew up there. No one would be surprised to know that none of my friends actually stayed in that small town. Instead, they moved to giant cities–places where they actually have a McDonald’s.

In spite of the fact that I rather loathed small town life, there are several small and happy memories that I still carry with me from that era. One of the happiest is the memory of a pair of halter tops I had when I was four years old. My teenage babysitter had made for me, and, you guys, those halter tops were AMAZING! One was light blue (that was my favorite of the two) and the other was white. They both had small Disney character patterns. They tied around the back at a level just above my skinny four year old waist, and–here’s the best part–around the neck with a piece of rope.

I’m totally underselling these halter tops. I guess I should explain that it was not a tie up your hostage type of robe, but the kind that are fashioned on tote bags that your well-meaning grandma might purchase for you thinking they’d make a great beach tote.

Anyway, today the former teen babysitter (She’s now a grandmother, but no word on whether or not she has purchased one of those bags for a grandchild) made a comment on a post on the Facebook page, and I realized it was her. I had discovered the maker of the world’s most amazing halter top(s)!

I quickly tagged her in a comment, asking if she was, truly, the tank top creator. And, you guys, it hurts me to say this but….but… she said she doesn’t remember! I will quote her, “I sewed a lot, so it might have been me.” That’s it? She doesn’t remember? It doesn’t seem possible.

I took a look at her picture again, and I wondered if she’s now at an age where her memories have started slipping. That must be it. It’s the only thing that could possibly explain how she’s not sure if she made those amazing tops.

I was so devastated, that I lamented my story to my 17 year old daughter. “Wow, I’d like one of those tops,” she said. “Does she still sew?”

I’d ask her, but in her obviously altered mental state, it’s probably best to just let things be.

Sigh

3 comments

  1. natashadomina · 19 Days Ago

    I loved reading this post! I laughed the whole way through. And then I reread it, and laughed all the way through again. There is so much that’s fantastic about this post….your telling readers that you’re underselling the halter tops, your proof that you’re underselling them by the detail about the rope, how that connects to wondering if the former babysitter has bought those kinds of beach totes, how her obviously slipping mind precludes her from making more halter tops now. šŸ™‚ I’m going to reread it again now, for the delight of the laughter it brings!

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  2. Lisa Corbett · 19 Days Ago

    I always wonder if my old babysitters, or the kids I was a babysitter for, remember me!

    The halter top sounds truly amazing. šŸ™‚

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  3. Shaista · 18 Days Ago

    Aww, that must’ve come as a bit of a disappointment, her not remembering making those tops for you! This is such a heartwarming slice!

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