Saturday, February 14, 2009
Why Hippopotamus In The Allegheny River?
I am a full time non-traditional (adult) student in my senior year of college. My degree ...? Actually, I have written my own bachelor's degree where I have incorporated a minor in Applied Conflict Management, a minor in Human Resource Management and a certificate in Non-profit Management and Human Services. My degree program is very versatile, and very much me ...
I created the Hippopotamus In The Allegheny River blog as a tool for writing my 30 to 35 page paper for my Seminar in Conflict Management. This is the writing intensive course that everyone seems to dread, but I'm actually looking forward to the challenge... Autoethnography (Auto or self) and (Ethno or culture). I get to write and research me! Well, that should be easy, right? lol! I'm writing about memories, good memories ... so where do I begin? Of course, with the Hippopotomus and The Allegheny River so here we go ...
The Hippopotamus and the Allegheny River are the earliest memories I have of my mom. I don't know which of these occurred first, it really isn't important. I do know it was before I turned five. My mom and I were sitting on my bed and mom was trying to teach me to say hippopotamus. I kept trying to say it over and over again the way she was saying it and it just wasn't coming out the right way. We were laughing and laughing ... I don't remember her face, but I can hear her voice. I don't remember what my bed looked like, I don't remember if we were looking at a picture book, and I don't remember if it was at naptime or bedtime. I get teary eyed when this simple and silly little memory unleashes itself ... and with this memory always comes the Allegheny River, just below the dam at Braeburn Beach. I remember being in the fast moving water and my mom was hugging me so tight. The current kept trying to pull me away, I can feel my legs go with the current and I can feel her as he she keeps pulling me back to her. I felt so safe ... she held on to me in a way no other person has ever held me. I don't ever want to forget these memories ... they make me feel warm, loved, and protected. They are forever memories deeply stored in my memory and embedded in my heart.
Goodnight and sweet dreams ...
I created the Hippopotamus In The Allegheny River blog as a tool for writing my 30 to 35 page paper for my Seminar in Conflict Management. This is the writing intensive course that everyone seems to dread, but I'm actually looking forward to the challenge... Autoethnography (Auto or self) and (Ethno or culture). I get to write and research me! Well, that should be easy, right? lol! I'm writing about memories, good memories ... so where do I begin? Of course, with the Hippopotomus and The Allegheny River so here we go ...
The Hippopotamus and the Allegheny River are the earliest memories I have of my mom. I don't know which of these occurred first, it really isn't important. I do know it was before I turned five. My mom and I were sitting on my bed and mom was trying to teach me to say hippopotamus. I kept trying to say it over and over again the way she was saying it and it just wasn't coming out the right way. We were laughing and laughing ... I don't remember her face, but I can hear her voice. I don't remember what my bed looked like, I don't remember if we were looking at a picture book, and I don't remember if it was at naptime or bedtime. I get teary eyed when this simple and silly little memory unleashes itself ... and with this memory always comes the Allegheny River, just below the dam at Braeburn Beach. I remember being in the fast moving water and my mom was hugging me so tight. The current kept trying to pull me away, I can feel my legs go with the current and I can feel her as he she keeps pulling me back to her. I felt so safe ... she held on to me in a way no other person has ever held me. I don't ever want to forget these memories ... they make me feel warm, loved, and protected. They are forever memories deeply stored in my memory and embedded in my heart.
Goodnight and sweet dreams ...
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