Memory

I have numerous, small, carefully sized, hand printed, notes, and adages that are fastened to my PC, and it's components, that sit on my PC desk top.

I have a Zip Lock bag, containing hundreds of adages, hand printed on 3"x3" size note paper. Their information was considered priceless when they were saved, but are seldom used, and have essentially been forgotten. I've tried to delete this post several times, but can't. I guess I'll let 'er stay here.

Memory is fickle, and if my head weren't permanently attached, I'd surely lose it.
 
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About 9 years ago I was getting Inpatient Stroke Therapy, every morning whoever woke me up ask who the president up. One morning my favorite nurse (a guy from Ghana and a hoot!) when I answered correctly ask "and before him". Well I thought I did pretty good, but I wasn't sure who came before Herbert Hoover! When I ask him who it was, he smiled and said, "You lost me at Bill Clinton!"

It isn't just that we can or cannot remember, it also has to do with the quality of stuff you put in there!

I have a few friends that are English, They cannot remember a single thing about George III and George IV! Why?, because from a certain point of view, they are not worth remembering! We only remember them because III was crazy and lost his prize colony and IV because he was always trying to cover for dad! Yet everyone knows Victoria and the Elizabeths I & II! But how far back? William? Alfred? Author?

This just shows how important that 10th grade history class was to you. (the red headed girl sitting behind me was pretty important at the time!) or the sex ed. part of health in 9th grade. (Due to my poor spelling I got a D, but since I have 4 kids, some of it must have stuck with me!) I'm 65 now and can tell you every woman teacher that didn't wear a bra! But I have no idea if the men ever wore any pants!

Some of it sticks to you, some does not.

Ivan
 
Many years ago, it seems like a previous life, I was an accountant.
So I did quite a number of tax returns for clients. I would do the tax
returns over again in my dreams, and sometimes find a mistake. Then
in the morning, when I got to the office, I would check the tax return
and sure enough, there was the mistake. I guess those weren't really
dreams, more like nightmares. Maybe that's why I quit being an accountant.
 
The info is all there, it's getting at it. Some is on microfiche, some was never archived. But if I try hard to remember I wear myself out. Then, at 2 AM I sit bolt upright in bed and yell, "Hoboken!".
But then you spend the rest if the night awake, wondering, "What happened in Hoboken?" (Even worse if you've never been there.)
 
Short term memory lose is caused by a electrical charge that surrounds door frames. Example - you think of something you need, and go into the next room to do it, but as you cross the frame, the electrical charge erases the memory. Often when you can't remember why you went into the room, reversing course will replace the memory. It gets worse with age. I have far too many door frames in my house.
I want to thank you for your explanation of that phenomenon. For quite some time I've attributed it to the ravages of old age. You've given me hope, and made me feel much better.
 
The smell of Hoppe's No. 9 is special to me in that it always brings back my first memory of me watching my Dad do a specific job. I was about 2 1/2 y.o. He had just returned from No. Nevada and a successful Mule Deer hunt. He was in the utility room of our home in Las Vegas and was sitting on a low stool in front of his glass faced gun cabinet. He was cleaning the barrel of his Savage M99 in .303 Savage. He was using Hoppe's No. 9. I was sitting on the floor cross legged watching the whole process. My Dad was wearing khaki pants and shirt. That distinctive smell triggers my memory even now from the moment in time Dad opened that bottle until he finished and put the Savage back into the gun cabinet.

Smell is the strongest memory trigger to me.

Just the smell of diesel fuel or exhaust, idling diesel engines can bring back so many memories working in E.M.S.

A cold clear morning starting the shift, Pulling hose at a home with heavy smoke showing, Cars scattered across the asphalt on I-20/59.....
 
Worse

Since I have retired a year ago, if someone asks me what day it is, if it isn't Sunday, I generally have no clue. I retired from education and have had many students as a teacher and administrator and now I see them and know I should know their names but.... luckily my wife was around and she helps me out. She and I take turns remembering things from our 48 years of marriage. We will be in trouble when we both start forgetting the same things.

My wife's and my, memory status, seem similar to yours, but much worse. I never have a clue as to what day it is. I retired from the electric trade, and managed workers, but wouldn't know any of them if I fell over them. Unluckily my wife of 70 years of marriage, and I, take turns forgetting the same things, and we are, in trouble. Additional age only worsens one's memory loss. One consolation is, "One can't live forever". I hope I've raised your spirits a bit.
 
I've become such a veteran go-to-another-room-and-forget-what-you-went-there-for practitioner that it doesn't even faze me anymore. What has replaced that on the ladder of aggravating memory issues is misplacing everything I need right now!

Regards,
Andy
 
The downside of a powerful memory is you remember things and people you'd rather not.
Then there's the fun that comes from meeting someone you knew years ago and describing accurately little details about them-and they have no idea who you are.
 
Short term memory lose is caused by a electrical charge that surrounds door frames. Example - you think of something you need, and go into the next room to do it, but as you cross the frame, the electrical charge erases the memory. Often when you can't remember why you went into the room, reversing course will replace the memory. It gets worse with age. I have far too many door frames in my house.

That makes me glad that I was ahead of my time when I had my house built with the open concept that is the rage nowadays. Definitely cuts down on the number of walls and door frames.
 
Then there's the fun that comes from meeting someone you knew years ago and describing accurately little details about them-and they have no idea who you are.

I hate when someone wants to play that game. I just think of it as I must have made an impression on you but you were insignificant to me.
 
Please don't feel as though I am 'preaching'. It's just something I've found,
and it may be of consideration for some of you.

Late last year, I began avoiding meat/poultry at dinner. The digestive process had me awakening every night for restroom use. Rarely, were things ready-to-go, and usually had me having to take a walk, or make a midnight grocery run, or the like....to 'get things moving'. That really seemed to help.

For the new year, I went meatless. Still rocking the eggs, and all seafoods, however. My occasional cravings are satisfied with the Beyond brand products. Also a brand called Ozo, and a local option provided at Sprouts markets. I don't do Impossible, or any other faux item utilizing soy, or gluten as the main substance.

In a given week, I'd leave my house forgetting either my cell-phone, wallet, cold drink for the ride, sunglasses, package/letter I had to mail, etc. This would occur from maybe 2-4x weekly, I am ashamed to say. Now, I am down to perhaps a couple of times in the entire month. I have not had a single arthritis flare-up to the point of discomfort, or outright pain. I can get up out of a chair, or off of a couch without 'groaning', LOL. My energy level is up. In other words, my inflammation is down tremendously.

Now, this may not be meat/poultry per se, but rather our commercially raised versions fed grain concoctions. Cattle not permitted to graize on grass. Chickens penned-in tight, and not allowed to rut around, find insects, etc. Why are they fed this way? To fatten them up, quickly, for more profit.
Anyhow, you get the idea.

Just a thought.....
 
Get 'in worse

It's become worse, Now I've forgotten how to eliminate duplicated posts on this forum. I've tried without success, and there's even a couple of'em on this thread.
 
My earliest memory is triggered by the smell of a laundry soap. I can visualize a long,narrow room with a washer. That room was an enclosed back porch of a house we moved out of when I was 2.
 

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