I always thought my earliest memory was of my younger brother being born. I was three and a half years old and the reason I know it was my own memory and not something my mum told me about is I can remember how it felt.
He was born at home and I was sent to stay with a neighbour in the flat upstairs. After he was born the girl who lived in the flat with her mum brought me back down to see my new brother. I wanted to hold him but they said I was too small and gave him to the girl from upstairs who was seven years older than me. I remember how mad I felt back then, he was my brother and it was so unfair.
Another memory came to me over the Christmas period, it was the photos of reindeer on cards that brought it from the deep recesses of my brain.
My dad used to take me to Tollcross Park in Glasgow, I don't remember my brother being there so he must have started taking me when I was younger than three.
I was too young to appreciate the beauty of the park, but every time we went there we visited the children's museum but there was one thing that made me apprehensive about the visit, getting in the front door. You see, I loved seeing the room full of Victorian Dolls in their fancy dresses and hats but to get there we had to go through the main door and standing facing the door and taking up the whole of the front hall was a huge stag in a glass case and another stag's head just as big on the wall.
|Dad at Tollcross park probably 1959/60|
The thought still sends a shiver down my spine. The magnificent Stag's name was Bobbie and he was the last stag to be shot in the park but I was never too sure whether we might still bump into one on our way home.
The most famous exhibit was a case containing "Who Killed Cock robin" The rhyme is about birds and insects and the were all there in the glass box, stuffed and made to hold books and shovels etc..
You can find the rhyme here. I think I quite liked that exhibit but I didn't like the stuffed eagles and owls and rabbits that were in the room. I more enjoyed time spent on my own with my dad.
When I was a bit older we would often visit the larger Art Galleries in Glasgow and I wasn't to keen on the stuffed lions,tigers and huge dinosaur skeletons. I haven't been for many years but maybe it's time for a return visit to find out if I like them any better now.
We have no way of knowing what will frighten children and it's usually the silly things. My 17mth granddaughter is scared of a remote control car and the toddler boy I look after who is two and a half is scared of a spider which we made together from an egg box. I wonder if they will remember those things when they are older and have a laugh about them.
This is the museum. It was built in 1848 and the grounds and house were sold to Glasgow Corporation in 1897 because the area around was becoming too built up for the owners. It is a very imposing house and considering that we lived in a tenement flat I was probably a bit scared of the building itself.
It is no longer a museum and everything is in storage, some surprisingly held in a building a few streets away from where I now live. The house is now used by the charity Crossreach and there's talk of it being turned into luxury flats, as they now do to all those lovely old buildings.
Can you remember what you were scared of as a child? Just how far back can you remember?