No Strings Attached

Posted By Kathleen David on May 1, 2014

I have noticed that on Facebook that Thursday seems to be the day to delve back into the past and post a photo or some remembrance of the past.

This past Tuesday I put up some photos of some of my work from the late 80s and early 90s so I guess that’s my throwback.

Reflecting on the past is an interesting exercise for me. I have one of those brains that remembers too much. I can remember stupid things that happened in elementary school to this day.

My first memory is apparently from when I was probably about 18 months from what I could tell my mom. She had knee surgery and I have a clear image of sitting and watching my father help her sit down in a chair in the living room and helping her prop up her leg.

I have memories of being at the beach and the tide went further out that I had ever seen it exposing beach and tidal pools that I never saw again. There were fish in the tidal pools and lots of crabs walking along the beach.

I remember being at the opening of the Center for Puppetry Arts and working my way through the crowd so I could get a picture of Jim Henson. The crowd was a bit out of control and Jim got pushed into me. He turned around and Kermit, who was on his arm, asked me if I was all right. That was a surreal moment and yes I did talk to the frog.

One of the photos I got that day with my Kodak camera
(For the VI: This is a black and white photo of Jim Henson and Kermit the frog with a whole bunch of people surrounding them.)

I remember my time at the good ol’ Yale School of Trauma (drama) as we called it. I can remember going into Earl Gister’s office in my 3rd year and having a screaming argument with him about pulling yet another actor from a new play we were working on. The funny thing was that Earl had throat cancer so he talked through one of those handheld voice boxes but his acting ability and gesticulation let me know that I was being yelled at too. We kept the actor since I could prove to Earl that it was going to be a serious hardship.

I remember the day Caroline was born still very clearly. I don’t remember the pain of labor (thank goodness) but I do remember the relief when I heard her cry for the first time. I remember that they put her on my chest with her ear on my heart while Peter cut the umbilical cord. I said to her, ‘Welcome to the world my baby girl’.

I remember so much both good and bad. I can reflect on my past and have very few regrets in my life which is a good place to be.

I am grateful for my experiences that make me who I am today.

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