Hi Forrest, Since posting the Six Questions(2/4/2017), I’ve heard many are wondering and so am I; ‘What was the incident you remember when you were just one year old? Would you be willing to share this with us all? Thanks ~jenny
Sure Jenny,
My mom had a rub board on which she scrubbed our dirty clothes. It was before we had a washing machine. That work was done in what we called the “wash room,” and it was outside our house by the garage.
There was a small wooden stool in there also. It was about 7” high, and my mom used it sometimes when hanging wet clothes on the line. One time she saw me struggling to get on the stool so she lifted me on it and I giggled.
I remember all of that very distinctively. f
And one more thing: I know many shared first memories in comments below the Six Questions. They were an added joy to read. Please feel free to share here too. As of now, but I continue to search my memory, one of my first memories is sitting in front of my Dad on the tractor seat between his legs. He would often take me with him when he went to the fields and I would just sit there and ride along as he harrowed or whatnot. We kept each other company.
Best of luck with the Thrill of the Chase and all that you seek! Treasure the Adventure!
Thank you Jenny and Forrest for this question and answer…. and thank you Jenny for everything you do.. I love your stories… my favorite is about medicine rock. A trip there would be magical in its self..
Take care… until next time.. see ya my friend
Made me giggle.
A lot of love in this picture.
SL
Definitely.
F should have taken his own advice and just put one foot on top of the other, it was nice of his mom to help.
Brought back memories of our first washing machine. The kind that you had to feed the clothes through some rollers to squeeze out the excess water. I used to love helping until I got my arm caught up in a sheet and it got pinned between the rollers. No damage to the washing machine, thankfully. Or my arm.
Thank you for sharing Forrest, your mother helped you climb your first big mountain! I bet you looked back down as you were giggling 🙂
I remember when my mom got out the washboard and rollers. Our washing machine broke and she couldn’t wait for the repair man. I was around 5.
That wasn’t my first memory, but it was the first time I was fascinated by the mechanics of how something works, and my first realization of how people use our brains to make life better.
Oh my gosh, what a precious moment! Thank you so much for answering Jenny’s question, Mr. Fenn.
Still 3′ of snow above 5000′ in the Rockies, trust me I know.
Thanks for sharing that with us Forrest. And thanks Jenny.
Thanks Jenny and Mr Fenn your memory amazes me . I have a hard time remembering what I ate for breakfast
GG
That’s a great memory…being lifted up by Mom. That’s one of those teary-eyed memories.
Loving Mothers are the Best!
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Thanks for sharing those things, Forrest and Jenny.
Thanks Jenny for asking Forrest that question for all of us. Thanks Forrest for your lovely answer.
A nice memory Forrest – Thanks to you and Jenny for posting it. Thanks for the thoughts, and the memories. JDA
Thanks Jenny and Mr. Fenn,
Mr. Fenn and his Mother, Jenny and her Father, both moments to remember and cherish.
When I read Mr. Fenn’s answer, I think of the distance man has traveled in his 86 years; from a rub board to a washing that has so many lights on the control panel it looks like a cockpit panel. My mother and daughter bore the same number of children. As did Mr. Fenn’s mother, my mother used a rub board. My daughter has 2 washers and 2 dryers and thinks she could never keep the clothes clean without both sets! Sometimes I wonder! What does the future hold?
My son says there will be single use disposable clothing………hmmmmm!
Such a beautiful memory, a beautiful picture. Thanks for sharing it with us. Gosh, why does life have to be so swift?
Jdiggins, I keep looking for that answer myself.
Smile and enjoy the ride while it lasts just don’t forget to pay it forward:)
ne frustra vixisse videar
Mighty oaks from little acorns slowly grow
Then finally fall and wisp to naught,
But those who plant a seed of words
Live on in groves of human thought. – Forrest Fenn
Ah, the mighty pen of Forrest Fenn. May it pierce forever the hearts of men!
“wash room,”
You have a transient sense of humor.
You can’t wash all day unless this is the spot.
Jenny, thanks for sharing Forrest’s answer with us. And thanks for sharing your memory of riding on the tractor with your dad. It reminded me of a memory of my grandfather (pap). It wasn’t my earliest memory because I was big enough to sit behind him on one of the fenders over the big back wheels. He just said to hang on tight & we would take off down the dirt road along the edge of the field to look for wildlife at the end of the day as dusk was setting in. It’s a great memory. Thanks for reminding me.
mama used a wash board and boiled the clothes in a big iron pot too,them wash boards are rough on the knuckles.
I can’t remember anything earlier than about age 4 or 5. I wonder how Forrest knew he was one year old. Maybe he and his mom reminisced about it at some point and she told him?
Well my earliest memory is when we lived on 2nd side street and it had an incline to bottom street. It was a dead end and we lived at the top side and my aunt lived at the top. I was playing with a big ball and it started rolling down the road …. all the relatives were sitting in the front yards and they all started screaming “get her, get her, she’s running to the road”. I remember someone grabbing me and someone chasing the ball and everyone screaming. Later, I lived up street on bottom street when I was in a coma from an overdose of phenobarbitol at 15 mo’s old. So I know I was around a year old when that above remembered ball event happened. I have other memories from living on the 2nd side road when I was around one yr old. Most people do not remember that far back, but some do …..wonder why … one of life’s mysteries.
BW
I often think of how far we have come since washboards etc.. One ringy dingy, two ringy dingy (we were one short then two long rings party line) to now with computers and cell phones. From the first tv’s and the first color tv that I had to go to a family friends house to watch “The Flintstones” on ….. the whole family went in the early evening to watch. Playing in the creek while my dad washed the car that we didn’t have until I was 12. Eventually little by little life changed and we had to change with it. Most of it was a change for the good.
Lyzebella
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As Jack Johnson pointed out “Where’d all the good people go”. Perhaps they will return after searching.