Mining memories


Was listening to CBC this morning and there was some program on it (I forget which one) about memory, about the pathways of memory, about how if we rehash memories they create rivers in our neurons, meaning they'll be easier to recall later. So, between them, and writing exercises starting "I remember", I've been digging…

Remembering


My parents passed away over 19 years ago.  It's so hard to imagine a life with them, and yet, I can still hear their voices and still think of little things, like the delight my dad would have had in the small computer devices we have these days (he worked on some of the first…

Merrily wandering along memory lane


A few weeks ago I received a sinister invitation in my email box from my alma mater.  Apparently in a moment of utter foolishness, I'd volunteered to be the contact person for our next reunion, our 30th. According to the astonishingly youthful alumni advisor, this date is coming up.  I could cheerfully crumble into a…

The pearl


I have a sweet pearl necklace that my dad gave me way back when I was a young teenager.  It's a single, perfectly round pearl, with a gold holder and a thin 14 carat gold chain. Every time I wear it I am afraid I'll lose it, but it holds on. The chain tangles, but it…