I saw this on a friend's blog and thought it was a great idea. Please feel obligated!!! Ha ha
1. Add a comment on my blog, leave one memory that you and I had together. It doesn't matter if you knew me a little or a lot, anything you remember!
2. Next, re-post these instructions on your blog and see how many people leave a memory about you. If you leave a memory about me, I'll assume you're playing the game and I'll come to your blog and leave one about you. If you don't want to play on your blog, or if you don't have a blog, I'll leave my memory of you in my comments.
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Millie, Millie, Millie ... I have many memories of Ms Millie.
One of my favorite memories of Ms Millie was when our mother was off in the hospital recovering from the birth of her 6th child, Taylor. It was a Sunday. Dad was Branch Pres. His morning meetings were abandoned to get us presentable for sacrament followed by a hospital visit with Mom.
Youngster Millie loved to pull her own hair out of her head to twirl about her fingers as she sucked her thumb & went to sleep. The main problem with the hair pulling was that the hair was only pulled from one side of her head. One spot really, on one side of her little wee head.
My job that Sunday morning was to help with the little kids as much as I could which pretty much meant - Millie. So I dressed her and that was it. Nothing could be done with Millie's hair. A lost cause we all knew. Mom had tried. Not many hairstyles work with hair on one side of the head and none on the other. (sorry Millie) But Dad, our Dad, was not going to be defeated by Millie's lopsided hairdo. Dad is Mr Wizard you see, and all is possible in Dadland. Dad marched Millie into the bathroom.
I remember seeing Millie walk into the living room and Wow, Millie's hair was up in two E-V-E-N pig tails. Remarkable.
Every single, solitary woman at church talked about Millie's hair. No one could remember it looking so, well, nice and normal and little girl like. The old ladies all talked about the terrific job President May was able to accomplish with his children all by himself. Wasn't he just wonderful...
At the hospital when Mom saw Millie's hair she about fell off her remote controlled bed. Dad had never once touched our girl hair to comb or brush or anything and here was "Millie" (of all three of us girls) looking pigtail perfect. Mom may have even been rendered speechless by the perfection of Dad's pigtail magic. I know, I know - he must have used some of Tinkerbell's pixie dust!
Well, later that night as we prepared for bed ... those pigtails came down and Millie's pigtail magic went *poof* - gone. Her hair was a chopped up, scarecrow lookin disaster of a mop!!
Once in that bathroom, and with the door closed tight, Dad in all his girl hairstylin mastery had combed Millie's hair into two pigtails. That Sunday morning just like Mom had tried & given up on before Dad looked the situation over and used his Mr Wizard eyes. Our Dad saw a solution and reached for his scissors. Yep, his hair cuttin scissors. He eyed up Miss Millie's uneven pigtails and snipped them up good, the two of them those crazy uneven pigtails, to match perfectly. So perfectly in fact that no one, not us kids, not the nosey ladies at church, not the kind nurses in the hospital, not our baby birthin Mother, and most certainly not our Father knew exactly what he, Mr Wizard, had done.
And so, to this day, our fine Father has not touched or been allowed to touch, a single hair on one of our heads with a brush, a comb, or, and especially not with - his scissors.
And the Fairy Hair Goddess gazed upon fair toddler Miss Millie and her chopped up, scarecrow lookin disaster of a mop doo and took pity upon her. The Fairy Hair Goddess summoned up her sister Hair Goddesses for strength and sisterhood in blessing toddler Miss Millie with a gift, to begin in high school, of hair color and length, texture and ponytail holders to last her a lifetime and for many, many generations to follow. She had suffered enough.
I don't have a specific one of ya, but I remember when I first met ya that you were so real and fun, witha great personality!
Well...jusr where to start! How 'bout the time I took you and Julie shopping, probably for something you two needed for dance or whatever, and the two of you fine upstanding young ladies...one well trained in the etiquette of being a young woman...decided they were board. To my horror I found them walking behind me as though "spastically challenged" (LIke someone suffering from a disease where you can barely control your arms and legs for forward movement) through the store...Dayton's Department Store, to be exact. And they did it through Target, and the food court, etc... I did not know them. Nor had I ever seen them before in my entire life!
Ali, I'd forgotten all about that story, I only have one photo of my hair like that...not too pretty. Maybe I'm still being blessed b/c my girls have great hair...so far.
Mom, you know you secretly loved it when we did that to you!!!
One memory I have of you Mom is when we were vacationing in Door County. I don't remember if it was the first or second trip. Anyway, we were horsing around in the living room, doing forward rolls, head stands, tripods, etc. I don't know if you'd been watching us or what, but you came into the room and started doing them with us! I remember being really impressed and surprised that YOU, MY MOM could do a head stand! Ha, aren't kids so silly! Of course you could do a head stand.
Ali, don't kill me, but I have to share some memories from our little trip with Gma/Gpa Parker...ya, you know what's coming, don't you! Maggie and I were swimming and you were laying out (duh, that's what you always did). Anyway, we were doing back dives and flips off the diving board. You decided to join us and that's when we found out that YOU ARE THE BIGGEST CHICKEN ON THE PLANET!!! We tried and tried to teach you to dive. Remember, crouching down into a little ball, tucking your head and trying to fall into the water....you probably don't b/c you wined and wined and never actually did it!!! So funny!
Millie
One great thing I remember is seeing you with that red hair, come into church. Lovely.
You seemed to jump right into any conversation and speak up. I love that about you.
Not to mention the yummy food you make.
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