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“Thanks for the Memory”.

Posted by Big John on May 30, 2017

At the age of 78 memories fade, and it is hard to believe that my earliest memory is of sitting up in my pram on a rainy day and watching the raindrops splashing on the waterproof fabric covering my legs. I guess that I must have been about one year old at the time.

I have clear memories of my young days during World War II, of aircraft engines, searchlights in the sky, gunfire and sheltering with my mother. I can remember the troop trains that steamed passed our house around the time of ‘D Day’.

My first day at school is as clear to me now as it was then, as are the names of most of my young friends and the games we played in the street.

My ‘world’ was a very small one back then, but it was soon to expand into employment, military service, marriage and parenthood. I’ve had a good life. I have been bloody lucky ! .. I have many happy memories; and the old brainbox is still functioning, if a little slowly, when I try to recall some event or other: which is more than can be said for the confused, but smiling, ‘old dear’ I met this morning, who couldn’t remember …

… where she had parked her car ! 

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4 Responses to ““Thanks for the Memory”.”

  1. rummuser said

    We are in the same boat. I however cannot remember my pram days. The earliest memories I have are of my days at a Montessori School till about the third grade.

  2. 22 days until I’m 78. I can remember back to my pram days also, but couldn’t for the life of me, tell you what I had for supper last night!!!!

  3. We solved one problem by leasing a car that will honk its horn when a button on the ignition key holder is pressed to guide us to it in a parking lot. Now If I can just remember where I put the ignition key holder.

  4. joared said

    My earliest memory is one prompted by a heavy strange odor having to do with visiting a relative who was being shown at home, as was the custom with the deceased so many years ago when I was about 2 or 3.

    Now, we have more tragedy from GB reported in our news. As you wrote earlier, the perpetrators relish this attention.

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