tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5776516996229391574.post8145281311883045421..comments2022-07-23T08:26:38.656-04:00Comments on Miss Terri, Writing of Life's Mysteries: Memoir and Back Story Blog Challenge: A Day Late and a Dollar ShortTerri K Rowehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13907444470407490254noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5776516996229391574.post-24118746722430920392013-10-05T01:12:36.480-04:002013-10-05T01:12:36.480-04:00It is interesting to be able to have that sensatio...It is interesting to be able to have that sensation that family we have never met have still had an impact on our lives. I certainly believe that is a real possibility-and that it is a truth in my life.Terri K Rowehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13907444470407490254noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5776516996229391574.post-7737625509508208552013-10-05T01:11:24.662-04:002013-10-05T01:11:24.662-04:00I think that is so true...we notice what we relate...I think that is so true...we notice what we relate to-and at that age it would be the care we are given---not necessarily the care giver. Your words make me feel a little better about the randomness of my own memory.Terri K Rowehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13907444470407490254noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5776516996229391574.post-90176225275554356092013-10-05T01:08:33.923-04:002013-10-05T01:08:33.923-04:00I believe I read about a concept similar to what y...I believe I read about a concept similar to what you describe---and I remember finding the idea both comforting and haunting. Terri K Rowehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13907444470407490254noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5776516996229391574.post-78821279965336951162013-10-04T17:11:19.429-04:002013-10-04T17:11:19.429-04:00There is a saying that we remain alive so long as ...There is a saying that we remain alive so long as someone says our name. Once no one does that, we are gone forever. I very much relate to your visceral memory and to the flashes of scenes like the sunlight, the shimmering dust and the landing. It is important to tell our stories. We are all so different, and all so much the same. Thanks.redcatdancehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14344070748073181606noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5776516996229391574.post-77869947102531572452013-10-04T12:49:04.837-04:002013-10-04T12:49:04.837-04:00Stories and photographs help cement the memories w...Stories and photographs help cement the memories we hold. For years, I could only remember my first mom's hands, not her face. Her hands flitting about me, toweling me dry, placing pats of butter on dry toast. Funny little moments like yours on the landing. Maybe it's partly because at that early stage in development we are me-centered and don't have much awareness about others except as to them meeting our needs. In your case, you had grandma's toys; in my case, the hands.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10418914588653016418noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5776516996229391574.post-26461363451171577392013-10-04T07:02:20.060-04:002013-10-04T07:02:20.060-04:00It's amazing, isn't it, what our minds sav...It's amazing, isn't it, what our minds save and what they discard. There seems to be no logic or reasoning behind it. <br /><br />I feel like I've come to know several members of my family who I never met through pictures and stories that others have told through the years. It gives a sense of where I came from and how we all got to be who we are.Brett Billedeauhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06996390739332220698noreply@blogger.com