Remember minute details from years past?

[Oh Haha]

Strange indeed.


I worked in my hometown this week filling in for a coworker who was out. While at one of my stops I noticed the other doctor's names on the building.

For some reason, the first thought to come to mind is that I remember that guy ordering from Pizza Hut when I worked there back in 84-85.

He always ordered his pizza partially cooked.

I couldn't believe that was what I remembered. WTH?!!!

Anyone else remember some pretty small moments?

[masraum]

Occasionally. Little snapshots.

It's nice.

[porsche4life]

Its usually the ones I don't want to remember...

[syncroid]

I do. It is usually associated with a smell that triggers it for me.

[stealthn]

Yes and they were all very hot, it's called the highlight reel...

[MRM]

About ten years ago I went back to the neighborrhood My family lived in when I was 4. We loved that neighborhood and made several friends on the street, including the family directly across from us. They had kids exactly my age and the ages of my two older sisters. I knew the mom and dad still lived in the same house, so after looking over our old house, we knocked on their door. They remembered me and invited me in. It turned out that their daughter and her family lived right next door, so they called her and she came over. She was a few years older than me, and I hadn't seen her in almost 30 years, so of course I couldn't recognize her. I certainly saw the resemblance, but I had to be honest with myself that I couldn't have told her from anyone on the street and I was secretly disapointed. Then she mentioned that she had three kids who were about the same age as we had been when we knew each other, and We thought it would be fun for them to come over. She had a younger son, an older girl, and a daughter who was the exact same age as her mother had been when I was a 4 year old running around the neighborhood. And when I saw her I instantly knew her. My memory triggered and I felt like I was seeing the girl I knew there 30 years earlier. I turned to her mother and said that I didn't recognize her (the mother) when I saw her again, but I knew her daughter the second she walked in the door. It was weirdest thing. There was no cognotive disodence. In my mind the girl before me was the girl in my memory. The last time I saw her she looked just like that. My memory hadn't aged, so it made perfect sense to my mind that the girl in front of me would look the same. But looking at the carbon copy of her mother brought back detailed memories of the tastes and sents and sounds of the summer I turned 4 in a way that was a little overpowering in a nice way.

[look 171]

Its always the snap shots. I wish it was more like playing the entire reel.

[imcarthur]

I must humbly admit that I have amazing recall of places that I have driven. Where stores are - what side of the road, parking, etc etc. I have surprised many people with details from 30 years ago. But it is all place related . . .

Not a bad thing for a road warrior.

Ian

[WolfeMacleod]

Originally Posted by imcarthur

I must humbly admit that I have amazing recall of places that I have driven. Where stores are - what side of the road, parking, etc etc. I have surprised many people with details from 30 years ago. But it is all place related . . .

Not a bad thing for a road warrior.

Ian

My biological father lives in Arkansas, outside Mountain Home. I went and saw him when I was 10, stayed a few weeks in the summer, but at that time, he lived in another part of the state.. at some point he moved to Mountain Home to care for my Grandmother, who we visited for only a couple days.


In 1996, I drove across the country for a visit. Once I got to Mountain Home, I was able to drive straight to his house, without even having the address. He lived quite far out of town, fairly far out in the sticks, several dirt roads, left at the barn , right at the rock in the field.. you get the picture.
(I'll be 40 next month... how many years in between is that?)

the last thing he ever said to me, in 1996, was that if he ever saw me again, he'd shoot me, and I'd never amount to anything.
Yeah? He's still trailer trash. I'm known around the world.

[oldE]

A couple of memories from my early childhood:

Folding up an oval mat to the rough shape of a boat in the front living room and lying on it on my back and pretending I was a boat navigating around the large flower patterns on the floor covering and managing to get under the cross bar under the piano bench. (I measured it a number of years ago. There was < 6" clearance under it.)

Going to the train station with my oldest sister and her sons (one of whom was 2 years older than me) and feeling my mother's hand on my back, pushing me toward the rail car. I wasn't quite four. Years later, my mother admitted she had been crying so hard (my sister was joining her husband on a European deployment) she didn't realize she was pushing the wrong little boy onto the train.

A long time ago.

Les

[Laneco]

Originally Posted by syncroid

I do. It is usually associated with a smell that triggers it for me.

Me too. It's like a smell irons the memory into my brain. Also, even if a smell doesn't trigger the memory, very old, vivid memories are accompanied by smell. I remember everything about it INCLUDING the smell.

angela

[IROC]

I remember numbers. My grandmother's phone number in the late '60s was 88-394. I lived in Gladstone, MO from 1970-1973 (when I was 6-9) and I remember our phone number (436-7775) and our address (12 NW 72nd Street, Apt D). I remember every address and every phone number I've ever had (home, work, everything). I remember almost all of my license plate numbers.