Even though Jennie Shaw, my dad’s mother, was 80 when I was six, she still managed to be a powerful influence on my life.

LoveChild 37: Granny Shaw Through the Eyes of a Six-Year-Old

Because my grandmother turned 80, I got to know dad’s family better, and learned I had a cousin my age.

LoveChild 36: Getting to Know My Dad’s Side of Our Family

We survived having a nest of robins’ above our front door that spring, but we didn’t expect them to return in July!

A Robins’ Nest at Our Front Door, Part 4

Instead of being color blind, let’s choose to love all skin colors and to encourage everyone to become the best person they can be.

White People Who Say They’re Color Blind Are Missing the Point

When I was 6 1/2, my life started to change: a new church group, a new cousin, starting school, and a book that helped make me who I am.

LoveChild 35: My Life Becomes More Interesting

When I think back to who I was at six, I have to say that I was probably very much like I am today.

LoveChild 34: What I Knew When I Was Six

I’ve heard that a child’s personality is formed by age 6, so I find it surprising that I have only a few memories & a handful of pictures from my 5th year.

LoveChild 33: A Lesson Learned

My mother left our visitors in the kitchen, took me up to her bedroom, got a new picture book from the bottom drawer of her dresser, and sat down to read it. Needless to say, I was very puzzled.

LoveChild 32: The Tipping Point

Apart from moving to a brand new town, the most memorable event for me in the summer of 1952 was my being a flowergirl at my Aunt Brucie’s wedding.

LoveChild 31: New Experiences

In my short life, we’d already moved from Indian Head, Saskatchewan, to Wolseley. Now, we moved to Crystal City, Manitoba.

LoveChild 30: We Start All Over in Crystal City

As always, the new year began with my birthday. But it also began with my parents wondering if they should make another change in our circumstances.

LoveChild 29: As I Turn Four, My Parents Become Restless

The next morning, I came downstairs and was shocked to see the baby robin huddled on the narrow window above our front door.

A Robins’ Nest at Our Front Door, Part 3