tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11695927.post114945505129413035..comments2024-02-15T23:41:36.425-08:00Comments on SIMPLY WAIT: FIRST MEMORYPatry Francishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10961915797919017179noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11695927.post-86796009599382871962007-04-25T06:35:00.000-07:002007-04-25T06:35:00.000-07:00more spam. sigh.more spam. sigh.Patry Francishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10961915797919017179noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11695927.post-24559419333871302922007-04-25T03:58:00.000-07:002007-04-25T03:58:00.000-07:00This comment has been removed by a blog administrator.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11695927.post-1154257209099661172006-07-30T04:00:00.000-07:002006-07-30T04:00:00.000-07:00This comment has been removed by a blog administrator.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11695927.post-1149891687765393222006-06-09T15:21:00.000-07:002006-06-09T15:21:00.000-07:00This comment has been removed by a blog administrator.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11695927.post-1149605673765229472006-06-06T07:54:00.000-07:002006-06-06T07:54:00.000-07:00tarakuanyin: "snapshot memories" Would make a good...tarakuanyin: "snapshot memories" Would make a good title for something--a collection of poetry maybe. Thanks for visiting!<BR/><BR/>colleen: I like that you remember both the rock in your mouth, and worrying that your mother would see you. Maybe that's why it stayed with you...<BR/><BR/>We had an elderly neighbor who thought the people in the TV could see her, too. She had to get dressed up before she turned it on--and chose her outfits according to what she was planning to watch.Patry Francishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10961915797919017179noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11695927.post-1149602213745826312006-06-06T06:56:00.000-07:002006-06-06T06:56:00.000-07:00My husband and I were just talking about this last...My husband and I were just talking about this last night...how certain memories get locked in...like marks on a yardstick...often ones that don't seem important.<BR/><BR/>One of my earliest memories is being out in the yard and putting a rock in my mouth and wondering if my mother could see me. Was she omnipresent? I must have been pretty young to still be putting things in my mouth. I also thought the newscasters could look out of the TV and see me. I remember hiding behind the couch the first time I saw one.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11695927.post-1149549460187767102006-06-05T16:17:00.000-07:002006-06-05T16:17:00.000-07:00I'm like Diana, lots of snapshot memories. I enjoy...I'm like Diana, lots of snapshot memories. I enjoyed this one, and the frizzy hair comment, which I relate to 100%.Shannon Hopkinshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12724093833220026696noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11695927.post-1149521133422556052006-06-05T08:25:00.000-07:002006-06-05T08:25:00.000-07:00coll: I'm sure Freud et al would have something to...coll: I'm sure Freud et al would have something to say, but I'm not sure I would believe them.<BR/><BR/>Marja-leena: just that one fleeting image, and as you say, the nature of memory is always questionable.<BR/><BR/>diana: Interesting! Shows the mind's power to select its own memories--at least to some degree. Others are imprinted whether we like them or not.<BR/><BR/>ascender: The RCA or Zenith debate! I almost forgot that one. Actually, we have an old RCA in our bedroom right now--which reminds me of another debate my husband and I often have. TV or reading? <BR/><BR/>paris parfait: Ambiguity is the word when it comes to memory. Thanks for your comment.<BR/><BR/>r: Maybe that's why my hair frizzed? Too much bozo the clown at a young age?Patry Francishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10961915797919017179noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11695927.post-1149507429054826922006-06-05T04:37:00.000-07:002006-06-05T04:37:00.000-07:00You were probably watching Bozo with his frizzy ha...You were probably watching Bozo with his frizzy hair. :Drdlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04062856086277201874noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11695927.post-1149498962009077892006-06-05T02:16:00.000-07:002006-06-05T02:16:00.000-07:00That's a lovely account of a first memory and the ...That's a lovely account of a first memory and the ambiguous reason that it sticks in your mind. Thanks for sharing this glimpse into your childhood. Nice image accompanying your piece.paris parfaithttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05457437124988976587noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11695927.post-1149487566439528512006-06-04T23:06:00.000-07:002006-06-04T23:06:00.000-07:00what a clever post.I remember our first tv - both ...what a clever post.<BR/>I remember our first tv - both black and white AND the first color tv; it was huge 'back in the day'... and the big debate was: RCA or Zenith.AscenderRisesAbovehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00407455211305123884noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11695927.post-1149485162570790842006-06-04T22:26:00.000-07:002006-06-04T22:26:00.000-07:00You bring up a great point. I can remember so man...You bring up a great point. I can remember so many moments in time, like snapshots, but I have no idea why those particular moments are burned into my brain.<BR/><BR/>I remember once as a teen looking idly out the passenger window of our car and seeing a man walking on the sidewalk. He did something funny with his face, like a grimace or maybe he was about to sneeze, I don't know, but it seemed to be in slow-mo and I told myself (with utter disinterest, I have to add - I was bored by the whole scene) that I would remember that moment forever. And so far I have. Why? Just because I told myself to??Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11695927.post-1149481028556459192006-06-04T21:17:00.000-07:002006-06-04T21:17:00.000-07:00Fabulous post! I'm amazed you can remember back to...Fabulous post! I'm amazed you can remember back to 3 yrs of age! I can really connect to these feelings of a child, and as an adult looking back! Sometimes I wonder if my own memories are really mine, or were "formed" by the stories told by my mother, sometimes as we'd look at old photos. Stories becoming memories?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11695927.post-1149477377540882752006-06-04T20:16:00.000-07:002006-06-04T20:16:00.000-07:00I have wondered similar thoughts. Why are some me...I have wondered similar thoughts. Why are some memories like frozen photos in time. Why those moments? Why those images?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com