Earliest Memory Meme

First off, I've put up a new podcast called "Water on Glass." Sorry about the MP4 tag, and sorry about the volume. I really don't know how this stuff works. Sad, innit?

Ninglun from A floating life has tagged me to write about my earliest and clearest memory.
It's not that hard. One of the things about being writers is that we're cursed with remembering all sorts of things.
I must have been four.
I had my own room in a little red house. It had been the "den," but when I was born, I was put in there with the TV. It was also the earliest example of my mother's weird color sense, which fortunately, I did not inherit --two walls were brown, the ceiling and the other two walls were blue.
Anyway, I woke up --must have been early morning because I can still remember a bit of light. I looked across the room, and saw an old person in a rocking chair going back and forth. He was tall, had overalls on. He nodded his head and held his fingers to his lips as if to say, "Shhh...."
Of course, I screamed.
He waved his hands in the air. Then both he and the chair disappeared.
My mother came running and I told her what had happened. By this time I was crying.
I'd just seen a ghost.
Yup, a real one.
But it wasn't a bad ghost, but a good one. Over the years, I've realized that he looked like one of the grandparents --either male or female, in photographs that I've seen from the Hawaiian side. And I often wonder if it were a grandparent coming to watch over me. I've never been afraid of ghosts since.

Now I'll tag five of you: Painter and writer who has lived everywhere Chumplet,
Journalist, author and cowgirl in New Mexico Julie Carter, A book critic in the land of fragrant flowers and warm seas Christine Thomas, favorite Nitzche expert in Scotland and perhaps the world The Kitchen Bitch
and a Hebridean mother now living in weirdybeardysville USA aka Ojai California, Problem Child Bride
I also wanted Ruhlman, but figure he's a bit too posh to do something like this now that he's got 12 books and has been seen on TV.

Happy Thanksgiving everyone. Whether or not you are here in the US or even American. I'm flying out to cook for my elderly uncle & aunt. I'll come back with lots of photos. Uncle Bill has always been a kick. He would sing country western and dance.