If you ask my daughter Lynnafred what her earliest memory is, she'll tell you, "The time Dad was locked in the freezer."
She was about two years old, and we were grocery shopping at Edwards, a now-defunct store in Enfield. At the end of one of the frozen food gondolas, they had a large stand-up freezer case for bagged ice. It happened to be empty the day that we were there. I was walking on ahead of the wimmins - Lynnafred in the toddler seat of the shopping carriage Maryanne was pushing. I stepped into the freezer and waited, and as they came around the corner I pressed my hands and face to the glass and called out, "Maryanne! Help! Help me!"
Maryanne (briefly) looked surprised, but Lynnafred's reaction was awesome - an initial look of shock and then total, uncontrollable laughter - an "I BROKE YOU!" kind of laughter.
All of her life, I've tried to give her unique, challenging, and - most of all - stupidly funny experiences. She's grown into a exceptional human: confident, adventurous, curious, creative, and with a rare outlook on life that's part wonder and part cynical. She's been a writer since she could hold a pencil, and you've read some of her food and pop culture reviews here on Dave's Cupboard.
A Porchful of Geezers, where she's been posting book and video game reviews and, most recently, some of her more general writing. Check it out.
Ah, I thought that Lynnafred was your wife for some reason....
Either way, my compliments on your name-giving abilities. I always found Lynnafred to be a cool name. Sure, I'll follow her blog if it's got DS reviews.
Rock on, Lynnafred. Seems she inherited her compelling writing style from dear old Dad.
LOL @ Andrew.. i thought she was your wife also :) It's great that she has her own blog. Going over to check it out.
Oh, and LOVE the name of her blog!
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