Memories ~~ Are You Sure I Was There?

I was reading a fellow blogger speak of a recent family get together and a story that comes up each time and how different each person recalls the event in question. It got me thinking about how often this happens in my own family as I’m sure it does in yours.

I always say There are three truths to any story. This side, that side and the real one in the middle.

Each truth is as real to the person as if it happened yesterday. Even if the truth is lost back in 1970. Time has added bits and parts to help the story along. Gaps filled in that time has eroded. But when the story is told, it is someone’s truth and they are adamant that it occurred exactly that way.

Both my sisters have steal trap door memories. Mine is more like a saloon door swinging with the wind and tumble weeds.

When my family gets together in any way, shape, or form (in person, via phone, etc) a story from the past is bound to creep in. Don’t you remember when…. is a terrible phrase for me to hear. Terror and panic set in as I’m almost 100% certain I will not have the first clue as to what they will be saying. And when I don’t even have a glimmer in my eye, I know I’m in trouble. I’d like to say I’m only in trouble with my siblings but the reality is, this memory retention issue is way bigger than that. I pretty much suck in any recall other than what impacts me today.

Einstein once said he didn’t memorize anything he could look up. He needed his mind for the bigger issues. Maybe when I heard this years ago I adopted his philosophy and immediately emptied my recycling bin on my memories hard drive.

Sometimes I feel bad that I don’t recall. After all, some of those moments meant something to the other person otherwise why would they even have it floating around in their noggin? And it’s not that they didn’t mean anything to me. Sometimes when they are telling me about it, I do recall and remember some wonderful memories.

Think of it this way, many of my memories are just stored in a box in storage. I felt they were important enough to keep, I just didn’t think I needed to keep them in the house since I probably wouldn’t be needing them tomorrow. I can get to them if I need them.

So, next time you ask me if I recall something, don’t get mad that I don’t recall within the first 5 words. I’m sure they are in there somewhere. You just need to bring a flashlight, a shoehorn and a wee bit of patience.   😀

 

~~~till we laugh again~~~

0 thoughts on “Memories ~~ Are You Sure I Was There?

  1. pouringmyartout

    All the great truths are lost back in 1970, just so you know.
    I have a friend, and whenever we get together and the past comes up, he tells at least one story that actually happened to me. He has a very interesting life, but he adds other people’s stories to his own. I don’t think he even knows he is doing it.

  2. photosfromtheloonybin

    Hey, we have the same memories. I can’t remember a damn thing, but my hubby remembers every little thing that has ever happened in our lives. I used to have a great memory, but I have always claimed that once you become a mother there is no room in your brain anymore for the old stuff. I think that’s one of the reasons why I love photography so much because my photos capture and hold onto my memories for me. 🙂

  3. jeandayfriday

    Lol! This post is my life. There have been many times I can’t exactly recall what my husband is talking about (or the people involved). He gets annoyed and I just laugh. It always helps!

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