Glimpses of moments when I was very young have stayed with me to this day. It was the early forties and the country was at war. At the time, I was not aware of anything outside of my small world. The first house I remember was small and white. The four of us fit in okay: mom and dad, of course and my sister who was three years younger.
One incidence during that time sticks out clearly, as if it happened only yesterday. I remember my mom had recently bought a decorative tin wastebasket from Murphy’s five and dime store. Mom and dad did not have much money, so anything bought, like a tin wastebasket, would instantly become a hard-earned treasure.
Mom had put the wastebasket in the bathroom. I do not remember why, but this little preschooler got upset with his mom and had himself a temper tantrum. I went into the bathroom and kicked the new decorative tin wastebasket until it was all dented up.
To this day, I still see my mom holding the tin wastebasket and crying; a picture I wish did not exist and one that I will never forget. Sadly, it would not be the last time I would cause my mom to cry.