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Long term memory, it's often said, that the brain holds longer than all else. What story, reminisce or cherished memory has the worm embedded in your brain? Be it a story, event or just a piece of music, don't be shy, share it with us.
My brother's daughter, my niece, was impressed when she visited her Granddad, and discovered that he kept a dictionary beside him, to which he referred to whenever a word baffled him. She was mightily impressed when her uncle, her Grandfather's son, without knowing his Dad's habit, did the same.
I remember books, music and school lessons from the 1950's but I can't remember what I had for dinner any day last week. But every now and then something prompts a reminisce and takes me back, over the decades, to a time when gentlemen where just that and ladies were revered. When it was common for a motorist to let you out of the junction and when a fellow commuter, would actually smile at you instead of of looking blandly out of the carriage window.
One enduring memory, and I will admit others, if you all join in, is this rather attractive, but stroppy 16 year old, whom my dance teacher thought would make a great partner for me. She was certainly attractive, but so assertive, so confident and so commanding that my first thoughts were: "Stroppy bitch." But we did attract, and she knew that it was the man who led, but only on the dance floor. We married a year later. And she's still that same, beautiful attractive woman, the same confident, assertive person and still has that same air of arrogance. Do I still love her? Like a moth to the flame.
My brother's daughter, my niece, was impressed when she visited her Granddad, and discovered that he kept a dictionary beside him, to which he referred to whenever a word baffled him. She was mightily impressed when her uncle, her Grandfather's son, without knowing his Dad's habit, did the same.
I remember books, music and school lessons from the 1950's but I can't remember what I had for dinner any day last week. But every now and then something prompts a reminisce and takes me back, over the decades, to a time when gentlemen where just that and ladies were revered. When it was common for a motorist to let you out of the junction and when a fellow commuter, would actually smile at you instead of of looking blandly out of the carriage window.
One enduring memory, and I will admit others, if you all join in, is this rather attractive, but stroppy 16 year old, whom my dance teacher thought would make a great partner for me. She was certainly attractive, but so assertive, so confident and so commanding that my first thoughts were: "Stroppy bitch." But we did attract, and she knew that it was the man who led, but only on the dance floor. We married a year later. And she's still that same, beautiful attractive woman, the same confident, assertive person and still has that same air of arrogance. Do I still love her? Like a moth to the flame.