My earliest memory is from thirteen months, I think. I was at a wedding, picking up toys from a piñata.
I can relate to that.
My earliest datable memory, the one at eighteen months, is of an Italian restaurant in New Orleans, one that my mother's family,* at least, had been eating at since her childhood. The waiter gave me one of those little toy cars, Matchbox I think they were called. A roadster--perhaps this is why I still, at some level, believe that automobiles should look like they were built in the Thirties.
*My father's family mostly ate at his grandparents' when they were in NO, although I believe he's spoken of them going to Gallatoire's--an old Creole restaurant--when he was a child.
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I can relate to that.
My earliest datable memory, the one at eighteen months, is of an Italian restaurant in New Orleans, one that my mother's family,* at least, had been eating at since her childhood. The waiter gave me one of those little toy cars, Matchbox I think they were called. A roadster--perhaps this is why I still, at some level, believe that automobiles should look like they were built in the Thirties.
*My father's family mostly ate at his grandparents' when they were in NO, although I believe he's spoken of them going to Gallatoire's--an old Creole restaurant--when he was a child.