Rocking the cradle

Sometimes I'd be kept in the crib too long, and I would rock it. This was at a time when I'm pretty sure I couldn't talk. I'd just grab the end of the crib and rock it and rock it and rock it and rock it.

The crib would move across the floor a little, and I'd end up blocking the door!

Posted By: Sheila Anderson
Happy Grandmother, Gig Harbor