Comments on: Pointless Recall

By: Just Julie

Just Julie — Tue, 14 Jun 2011 02:20:09 +0000

Which car was embarrassing? Your memory is amazing too.

By: Sharon

Sharon — Tue, 14 Jun 2011 01:32:02 +0000

I remember my grandmother’s phone number. Sometimes I still accidentally start to dial 525-7586, even though she died 19 years ago.

I remember every car we’ve ever had. Most were station wagons; only one was embarrassing.

I remember the names of nearly every child in our church growing up — I either babysat for them or took care of them in the nursery.

And I remember that you have a freakishly good memory.

By: Just Julie

Just Julie — Mon, 13 Jun 2011 19:38:45 +0000

I remember number stuff too, Jessica. I remember most phone numbers I’ve ever had, plus most of my friends’! They think I’m crazy when I say, “Remember your phone number in West Covina used to be 213-332-7226?” It’s nice to know someone else understands. I agree with your mom, though….you are too young for memory lapses! Thank you for reading….

By: Jessica

Jessica — Mon, 13 Jun 2011 18:52:18 +0000

Well, you can blame things on menopause. I cannot. But I am in the same boat. It’s frightening. Even my own mother says, “You are too young for this!” I call it a “labor room lobotomy” (maybe I’ve already told you this). When I had a baby, I lost half my brain, and since I’ve had two children, there is nothing left. Other times I casually refer to “the stroke” because that is frightening similar too.

But I do remember all kinds of useless things. Like yesterday when my mom said something about Flag Day coming up (tomorrow) and I told her that June 14th is also the birthday of my high school band director. ?????? Now, there are FAR more useful things that could be occupying that space in my brain. Actually, I remember a lot of things that have to do with numbers. The phone number of the house where I lived ’til I was ten? 612-926-8169. Wonder who has that number now?

I used to hope that this situation would improve but I’ve come to accept reality and now I just find kindred spirits to laugh with about it. In fact, my best friend is afflicted with the same problem (and she’s younger than me) and so the ringtone that I have on my phone for her sings, “I’m not crazy, I’m just a little unwell….”

Unwell. It’s my new normal. =)

By: Just Julie

Just Julie — Fri, 10 Jun 2011 00:18:51 +0000

Ganeida, even the comments you leave on blogs are so interesting. What “adventures” you’ve witnessed in your lifetime….all the while reading your thousand books. God bless you and yours….

By: Ganeida

Ganeida — Thu, 09 Jun 2011 23:15:39 +0000

Well, I know what you mean about the great brain drain ~ but I'm lucky to remember anything at all about my school let alone the people in it. Mostly because I read under my desk through most of it. I read Exodus, the book, not the bible version, for the first time in grade 10 along wit a Susan Cooper thing that I hated & several Billabong books. I do remember we had the most horrible man teaching science that year ~ an arab who thought it beneath him to teach girls science & hated us all passionately & indiscriminately but it was the grade 9ers he locked in their classroom. They got their revenge by climbing out the 3rd story window & walking along the ledge to the next classroom before escaping. Yeah. A really good thing no parents got wind of that one! Oh, & that was the grade that nearly burnt down the neighbour's shed. They were growing pot in amongst his tomatoes & when they harvested used his shed for a smoke session. Someone noticed the billows of smoke emanating from the shed & called the fire brigade. Busted! This was a very small, very elite private girls' school ~ & people wonder why I'm jaded about education in general. I should stop I think. The memories are getting weirder & unsharable in a public space. I think we had some right cuckoos at that place!

By: Just Julie

Just Julie — Thu, 09 Jun 2011 21:27:21 +0000

Yes! I’ve always wanted to see pictures of you when you were young! I’m marking this down on my Day Planner – to watch for your post. If I don’t write it down, I’ll forget.

By: Carey

Carey — Thu, 09 Jun 2011 21:16:33 +0000

Okay…here’s what I’m going to do.

I’m going to dig out an old class picture from my days @ Lester Park Elementary (only God knows where I’ve put them) and I’m going to try and remember something…anything about each person in the photo.

I’ll post it on my blog in a couple of days and then you’ll read my post and know (for sure) how AMAZING your memory really is!

Just wait and see. You’re gonna be shocked at the comparison! BTW…I can’t even remember the names of most of my elementary teachers…let alone the students. Sad but true!