Earliest memories?

A baby wrapped in a blanket. Mother was holding me in the front seat of the coupe.
I was crying and kicking my feet because I wanted to sit up and look out the window
at the pretty lights of Belmont Park as we drove away. ( the roller coaster) It was night.
Don't think I could stand up yet. I could feel my Mother's frustration! I was crying and
she didn't know what to do with me.
I also remember the pretty lights over the ocean, WW11 testing, again, wrapped in
a blanket in my Mother's arms. Again, too young to stand.
Many memories of my brother hitting me when I was about age one.
Then I have clear memories of speaking before the council of Angels before I was born.
That is amazing and I believe you. There is much that we don't know and cannot explain.
 

3yr old,was winter of 47,the big snow,the village was cut off,,,,,i remember my elder cousins burying me in the snow and putting a toad on me chest,cant remember what my reactions where lol
 
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It is part of my life. They are with me all the time.
They show up in the most unexpected places and time. :)
YES! YES! YES! You see them too! Do you hear them? telepathically? Are they in white?
Sometimes my eyes will see their bodies but as I get up to their head, they vanish!
Do they light up the room with a glow? Do they bring a feeling of more BLISS than
you can endure? Sometimes I see their faces but not always.
Oh! I'm so excited you see Angels too! I'd LOVE to hear more about this!
Angels are always with everyone all the time, but many can't perceive them yet.
 

YES! YES! YES! You see them too! Do you hear them? telepathically? Are they in white?
Sometimes my eyes will see their bodies but as I get up to their head, they vanish!
Do they light up the room with a glow? Do they bring a feeling of more BLISS than
you can endure? Sometimes I see their faces but not always.
Oh! I'm so excited you see Angels too! I'd LOVE to hear more about this!
Angels are always with everyone all the time, but many can't perceive them yet.

Dear Gaer… my encounters are different to yours. Yours are quite unique.
Yes, I do hear them…it is natural for me and has been happening all my life. Athough I have never seen one, I feel their presence. I would rather not go into detail since, my belief is, if I share those secrets, then I may cease to have continuation of those experiences.

What I will say though, is that I feel blessed each and every day…and when people see me smiling, and ask “what are you smiling at” …I think…if only they knew!
 
Dear Gaer… my encounters are different to yours. Yours are quite unique.
Yes, I do hear them…it is natural for me and has been happening all my life. Athough I have never seen one, I feel their presence. I would rather not go into detail since, my belief is, if I share those secrets, then I may cease to have continuation of those experiences.

What I will say though, is that I feel blessed each and every day…and when people see me smiling, and ask “what are you smiling at” …I think…if only they knew!
Oh! How wonderful! Yes, I understand! They will always be with you though. You will always have these experiences , no matter what you do.
I'm just so tickled that another person feels the angels around them the way I do. This is so wonderful!
 
Oh! How wonderful! Yes, I understand! They will always be with you though. You will always have these experiences , no matter what you do.
I'm just so tickled that another person feels the angels around them the way I do. This is so wonderful!
Thanks Gaer... I was hoping you'd understand.
 
During the long school summer recess, I would spend most of that time with my grandmother. My mother had passed away when I was nine, Dad looked after me, and my siblings, but he had to continue working, we had no welfare payment for that scenario, so the summer break was with grandmother. I loved it.

Getting there meant catching one train, then changing onto another. Back then it was safe to travel alone, my father would see me off, putting me into the hands of the guard. That same guard would hand me over to a station porter where I changed trains and the porter would hand me on to the guard of the second train. At the end of my journey I caught the bus to grandmother's.

Nobody thought it strange, or unsafe. Most people didn't have a phone. Once ensconced at grandmother's place I would write a letter to my Dad and that's the only way he knew that I was safe. Nowadays my Dad would probably get locked up for neglect.
 
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During the long school summer recess, I would spend most of that time with my grandmother. My mother had passed away when I was nine, Dad looked after me, and my siblings, but he had to continue working, we had no welfare payment for that scenario, so the summer break was with grandmother. I loved it.

Getting there meant catching one train, then changing onto another. Back then it was safe to travel alone, my father would see me off, putting me into the hands of the guard. That same guard would hand me over to a station porter where I changed trains and the porter would hand me on to the guard of the second train. At the end of my journey I caught the bus to grandmother's.

Nobody thought it strange, or unsafe. Most people didn't have a phone. Once ensconced at grandmother's place I would write a letter to my Dad and that's the only way he knew that I was safe. Nowadays my Dad would probably get locked up for neglect.
i also was sent off to my grans in summer hols,put on a train in the hands of the guard,change at london,with the next guard,got to sussex,caught bus to grans,they had a farm,happy days,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,as you say,no one took any notice of a 10 yr old on a train,on his own
 
During the long school summer recess, I would spend most of that time with my grandmother. My mother had passed away when I was nine, Dad looked after me, and my siblings, but he had to continue working, we had no welfare payment for that scenario, so the summer break was with grandmother. I loved it.

Getting there meant catching one train, then changing onto another. Back then it was safe to travel alone, my father would see me off, putting me into the hands of the guard. That same guard would hand me over to a station porter where I changed trains and the porter would hand me on to the guard of the second train. At the end of my journey I caught the bus to grandmother's.

Nobody thought it strange, or unsafe. Most people didn't have a phone. Once ensconced at grandmother's place I would write a letter to my Dad and that's the only way he knew that I was safe. Nowadays my Dad would probably get locked up for neglect.
My mother and her brothers were sent off to the grandparents the day after school ended every year.

They were put on the train with cardboard tags hanging on twine around their necks or threaded through a buttonhole.

They each had a small suitcase. The conductor or a porter would check on them occasionally and make sure they got off at the right station.

This was very common in the 1930's.
 
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One of my wife's favourite treats is to spend an afternoon on a special train journey. There's a company that run vintage trains and you get to ride in luxury. A special indulgence is the afternoon cream tea with the added treat of champagne. How we love to dress the part.
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It's probably the nostalgia of the train journeys that we made when we were children.
We often say that when we think back to the travel memories, nothing comperes like
the journeys made on the train.
 
Sitting in the Grass of the back yard too young to walk.
Sitting on my uncle's lap, trying to figure the yard gate latch.
3 years later running away from seeing a Sand Turtle.
Petting the neighbors German Sheppard.
Sitting on my Tricycle talking with my lil Brother.
 

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