Childhood Memories
I am Doris Oden Darrow, born in the late 1920s in a coastal suburb of Los Angeles, California, known as Venice. In the 1980s, my grown children asked me to write down as many memories from my childhood as I could. In 1987 I sat down at our old Royal typewriter and began my first blog. It is reproduced here, as faithfully as possible. The dates are manufactured, as Blogger's tools only allow dates as far back as Jan 1, 1999.
Saturday, September 25, 1999
Mom fixed a picnic lunch and all seven of us kids walked with her all the way down Panama Ave. to the big old Eucalyptus tree, at the corner of McConnell, and had ourselves a big picnic under that tree.
Friday, September 24, 1999
Jesus
In the summertime, Grandmother Kramar invited each of us to spend a week with her in Redlands. It was Rachel's turn, and so I had to sleep alone in our room. I was scared of the dark. Mom came in and sat with me. When she tried to leave, I cried. She finally told me that if I had Jesus in my heart, I wouldn't be alone. So, I turned over onto my stomach, and with my face in the pillow, I prayed and asked Jesus to come into my heart. I was 6 years old.
Thursday, September 23, 1999
Walking Alone
When my sister Rachel started Junior High, I was going to have to walk to school alone. I was really afraid. So, Mom walked all the way to Machado Grammar School with me the first day. Then, when I was on the school grounds and saw her walking back home, I felt ashamed, and ran all the way to catch up with her. She walked me back again. From then on, I had to walk alone.
Wednesday, September 22, 1999
Show and Tell
One rainy day, my sixth grade teacher offered to drive me home. I took her out to the side yard between us and the neighbors' and proudly showed her the new cesspool Daddy and the boys were digging.
Tuesday, September 21, 1999
Mother's Mouth
When Mom and I were walking along the dry riverbed out near the Boy's Camp in the San Gabriel Mountains, a briar caught Mom's stocking and scratched her leg. "Oh, Golly!" she said. That was the only time I ever heard her swear.