Memory

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.
 
Just this past weekend as I was watching hail pile up on our patio a childhood memory became clear as day.

It was from a similar event at a Great Aunt's home in the mid-late 60's.

I don't think I've thought of that moment in time in close to 50 years.

The human brain is an incredible piece of work!
 
I always have notes on my kitchen counter.

Couldn't count the times I'd be at the store with my list, only to be in the check out and remember I forgot to get the main thing I came for that was ON the list.

Gotta love those multi trips to the hardware store too!

Been there. Done that. Got the T shirt.:rolleyes:
 
We have a weekly poker game and all the players except my son are senior citizens and also relatives who've known each other for 60 or 70 years. We'll talk about things that happened when we were kids and can clearly remember them, but we can't remember who dealt last.
 
Happens to me all the time. I have some pretty detailed memories from my childhood, but I have become a bit more absent-minded lately. I used to go to the grocery store without any list. Within the last couple of years I had to start making a shopping list on my phone. Now the problem is if I forget to put something on the list. :o
 
Two old couples get together every week to play cards. One of the men notices that old Stan remembers all the cards he has played and all the rules, which ability he had never displayed before!

At a break in the action, the friend asks Stan,"You are playing better than I remember! What's your secret???

Stan says, "I have been going to a memory school class lately, and it has really helped my memory!"

Friend asks, "I'd be interested in going too. What's the name of the school?"

Stan closes his eyes and mumbles and cannot recall the name of the school.
Trying to remember, he asks his friend, "Um, what's that flower with the thorns?"

His friend says,"A rose?"

Stan says, "Yup! Hey Rose! What's the name of that memory school I'm going to???"
 
From what I have witnessed from family members, the last days bring back everything that was important to you, but as we grow older we all tend to have flashbacks from the past. I share all my memories with my wife, both good and bad, because she accepts me unconditionally and the same goes for me with her past. This happens when people get together at an older age and have memories from past lives.
 
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. Since they were displayed, I've forgotten to read, and enjoy them.

Memory is fickle, and if my head weren't permanently attached, I'd surely lose it.
 

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