I do not remember my exact age, but I was still in diapers. I was very young.........
Our home, like many of the era, relied on wood burning stoves for household heat.
I awakened, cold in the night, and pulled a cardboard box near the stove and began a rocking motion.
I rocked myself into the side of the stove, severly burning my palm, my knee and foot. I remember the severe blisters and being afraid of the doctor cutting them.
This is memorable to me, because of the pain, (I have since, spent a lifetime burning myself,) and my Mother coming to my rescue is one of the few memories that I truly have of her.
There have been some who have told me, that I simply remember being told of the event. But that is not so..............NO ONE else would know that she was sitting on my Daddy's lap when I fell into the stove, or that it was my Uncle Butch who I trusted and who calmed my childish fears.