Andy and I laughed at yesterday’s Blondie cartoon.
Dagwood: Gib Glickman? Who is Gib Glickman?
Blondie: Don’t you remember? He lived 2 houses down about a dozen years ago. You and Gib went out for pizza the afternoon before he moved away.
Dagwood: Oh, yeah! I didn’t remember the name, but I do remember we had a pepperoni pizza with a crisp garlic crust!
In our family I’m the one more apt to remember food. When we go grocery shopping and something catches Andy’s eye, we’ll either try it or I’ll say, “We tried that once and you didn’t like it.” He doesn’t remember. I’m also more apt to remember events that happened in the past, especially if they involved people.
Andy, on the other had, still remembers the specs of transistors he used years ago. And he even remembers the bolt sizes of his first car — a Model T Ford he had when he was in high school.
People do tend to remember different things. What sorts of things do you remember?
June 25, 2015
heaps of memories – not connected, except occasionally – decades apart…sopme better than others ….
What tends to trigger them? I always think that part is fascinating.
sometimes a family chat – stuff about balance issues – looking at photos/other hatd copy – doctors wanting med/disab history!
a couple of weeks ago many of more recent ffiends – say less than 2o yrs found out about my life from 1968-71′ when i lived overseas with another sister – travelling as a 17-20 something young person…
now trying to have physio understand about living with hand tremors and adapting my life so i don’t have embarssing happenings i.e/ spilling stuff thru’ wrong hand balancing – she got annoyed i was holding leftie and couldn’t understand why… she thought i was helping leftie – i wasn’t i was just supporting leftie!
maybe leftie could do more before accident but for now leftie needs rightie to help….leftie has certainly never been able to thingsa on her own – they both work together – supporting whatever…
I tend to remember things that are important or strange or emotionally significant. Like the dahl that my good friend Kath makes or the plumber who dresses like a hippie or my bank account number. Anything else tends to fade away rapidly.
Your mention of the plumber reminds me of the year we lived in France — next door to a monastery The monks wore brown robes and sandals, and they drove around on motor scooters. 🙂
The silly things I did as a youngster!
That’s always a good one!
oddly enough i used to never forget a name. even with people i’d only met once. now i often get stuck on totally familiar names to me… especially of actors i want to recall in a particular role.
my 84 year old friend celia has a method she claims is a cinch!
she just goes through the alphabet in her mind… letter by letter. and the name comes to her. i’ve seen her do it. it’s amazing really. i’ve tried it a few times myself. and for the most part it has worked for me also.
and i ALWAYS remember what i like to eat! LOLOL!!! ALWAYS! 😀
i have forgotten physio’s name but as she had written appt on business card – i knew it would be okay …..looked later…. BUT no first name just the business details – silly really on her part1
Last week for some reason I wanted to remember the name of a fellow I knew about 20 years ago. I couldn’t for the life of me remember, but the next day his last name came to me. Then I went through the alphabet to jog my memory for the first name — B? Bob? No, etc. Then a day or two later the answer came out of the blue — it was Will. I wasn’t surprised, I figured my subconscious would keep working on the question in the background. That’s fun stuff.
Tom’s life has been filled with education from age 3 & the grade-school days when after school the dining room table was full of books for studying. He remembers everything up thro’ colleges.
We are equally stumped about say, Where is the p-nut butter? It was here a few minutes ago.”
I can’t remember people’s names.
Not even if I’ve just been told it.
But I remember their dogs names.
And what the dog eats and how he likes it prepared and what medicine he takes.
I even remember the colors of their beds and their toys
but I can’t remember where I put my keys.
I remember some things from the past
but I also can’t remember big chunks of time
but my sister says I have selective memory
and have chosen to forget certain things.
She might be right.
I can understand remembering the dogs and not the humans. That makes complete sense to me. 🙂
My sister and I remember our childhood very differently. Her memories are a lot more negative than mine. I’m more apt to focus on the happy times. It’s all very interesting.