Early Memories

This may be somewhat unusual, but I have always had several recollections of my early life. I am referring to when I was still in diapers. Two were with my grandfather John Sereno. One when I was holding his hand trying to walk. We were in the basement on Sawyer Avenue. The other time I was sitting on my grandfather’s bed. The third time I was walking down the kitchen hallway holding onto the wall. My brother was just barely crawling along with me. This was at Uncle Sam’s house on Monroe Ave. Then finally I remembered when Gena was shopping at Kuntze’s grocery store, she left me outside in a buggy and Donny Martino was in the buggy next to me.
The next earliest recollections were when I was between three and five years old. The first was when I went to stay overnight with my grandfather John Padula and his wife Mildred. I was an ungrateful, spoiled brat. This was the first time I went anywhere overnight, and I cried and carried on most of the evening when they tried putting me to bed. My grandmother was very upset. I am very sorry for putting my grandparents through such an ordeal and I wish it did not happen. The other times were when my brother and I went to live with my dad and his new wife Margie. I remember taking naps with my brother and dad… in reality my dad did most of the sleeping. My brother and I were playing and climbing over my father while he was sleeping. Another time I remember Margie and dad giving me a bath in the kitchen sink. Then later I started a Polish Catholic grade school just south of our house. The nuns were very strict. They hit you on the hand with a ruler if you were out-of-line. There are many memories of the school. One was when my dad took movies of my first day of going to school. I had a brown school bag draped over my shoulder while he was taking my picture. He was very proud of me on that day. Another time was when he was driving to work. He drove an old Buick automobile, and it backfired in the mornings on his way to work. Several of the kids and I would run to the window when we heard the car backfiring; I knew my dad was on his way to work at Sears & Roebuck.
I also remembered the house we lived in was near Fullerton Avenue not far from my godmother’s house. I can’t remember her name today