#12: Why is my Brother NOT wearing a Diaper?

Now living in two different towns, during the weekends my Dad would visit us and get my brother and I together. This visit must have been the first time that I realized, that unlike like me, my brother is not wearing a diaper and his pant’s have a zipper.  My brother seems so very happy […]

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#11: Time to March to a Different Drummer

So, I was no longer in Canada or with my paternal grandmother, I was now enjoying country living at it’s most basic with my maternal grandparents; it was time for me to go feral. Part of becoming a feral child is to stick out your tongue most of the time so you can taste the […]

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#10: THINGS GOT WORSE!

So a couple months after my brother and I moved in with my paternal grandmother, my father was told that I was killing her. That I was a wild feral child. I think part of it too, was that being under 2 years of age, I was more high maintenance; there were diapers to change, […]

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#9: THINGS COULDN’T GET WORSE!

So my Dad packed us up, I suspect with some hesitation thinking that my mother was tricking him into running off to another country with the kids and leaving her behind with one of their biggest assets; the business. She is a smart woman.  I guess it was a different time back then, spouses trusted […]

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#8: We’re Not in Kansas Anymore!

Just when you thought you had things under control, it all changes on you! My life in Canada only lasted 18 months, then my father decided to move to Portugal. My mother and father owned a small grocery store in Canada that my Mom started and operated. My mother did not want to go back […]

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#7: Brother Can Read – I’m Addicted to Binkies!

Several months have passed and no photos taken of me. Not sure why? Thought maybe I was being fat shamed, so I took off some poundage around the waist line, did some crunches too. Meantime I learned that Fancy Boy Frank likes to show off by pretending he can read while I’ve developed an addiction […]

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#6: I feel the Need for Speed!

In life we sometimes need a little help to achieve our goals, whether it’s from other people or machines. I needed to become more mobile, not just to chase food down, but also to run away from my brother and to act like a pinball bouncing off all the furniture. The downside was the wedgy […]

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#5: I Became TOO Cute!

Being very goal oriented from the moment I was born, I stayed true to my word of maintaining my buttery thighs for maximum cuteness factor. I’d had filled out quite nicely and like Charmin, I had become irresistibly squeezable. This was before today’s  keto diet and all those 9 month old kids with their chiseled […]

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#4: Older Brother Having Doubts about Me

So I have to admit that I eventually started to admire my older brother. Despite some of questionable conduct, he could walk, talk, and didn’t soil himself. These were huge obstacles for me at the time. However, I also began to suspect that my brother was himself having doubts about me.  I  was not really […]

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#3: Having my Doubts about Older Brother

So I discovered that I had an older brother, I kind of expected him to be smarter than me, but even as young as I was, I knew he was not using the tricycle correctly. Sadly, I did not know how to use words yet to express my disappointment at the time and was just […]

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#2: Yikes – I have an Older Brother!

It turns out that I had to accept the fact after I came into this world, that some fancy boy that liked to dress up with a bow tie was already taking up space in my home. The attached picture represented the inverse of things to come. I was smaller and without hair while my […]

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#1: I WAS BORN!

Back in the 60’s there were no ultrasounds, so no pics of me in the womb. Not sure how many months old I was here, but this is the youngest photo I have of myself. I don’t know if I’m nude or wearing a diaper there, so this photo was not cropped to prevent you […]

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