Saturday, August 1, 2015


Love lost
Memories of times past often flood
my consciousness. Every time that
I'm reminded of something almost
forgotten I'm thankful that I'm still
able to recall times long gone. As
the son of an Alzheimers victim -
my most greatest fear is losing my
memory. While not genetically
linked to my father, We two were
emotionally connected on a much
deeper level. Thus when he got to
the point of not knowing me, all
that I had left was my memories.
Remember me?
After almost a week with my two
daughters, I was reminded that
my memory is not always the best.
Both brought up seminal events or
random recollections that I had no
knowledge of. Frankly such lapses
freak me out. Obviously said events
were memorable and yet I couldn't
remember them. All of the above
reinforces my need to treasure each
and every moment. And to record
them in some sort of manner so
that they're never forgotten (by me).
Stolen memories
In the mid eighties I was mugged. My
assailants slammed the butt of a sawed
off shotgun into my right temple. The
resulting damage caused me to lose
two  years of memories. Since that day
my ability to recall much of times past
is limited at best. Hence I meet people
who seem to know me quite well yet
I've no idea who they are. Such "off"
encounters reinforce my need to make
sure that I don't forget anything that
is important to me. After all, we're here
today... and all to soon gone tomorrow!
Under developed
I've a long shelf full of photo albums.
These annotated images are my link
to times gone by.  Sadly since the
advent of my I-Phone camera, I've
lost the ritual of taking my pictures
in for prints. Since retiring I've been
busy and slowly started to shirk my
responsibility as an archivist. I've
lost it - many memories that is - as
now I can't connect my memorabilia
to a specific time... date... or place.
I must get back into the habit before
it's too late. TEMPUS FUGIT!
Back to the future
Facebook is rather like a time machine.
Many post old photos on "Throwback
Thursday." Beyond the big hair and leg
warmers - I'm pleasantly surprised by
what I'm reminded of. Times or friends
that I honestly haven't thought of in
thirty or forty years. Sometimes said
posts are a literal bitch slap of reality.
Recently a childhood friend posted a
picture of his Mother - my memories
were of a vibrant young woman - not
the little old lady in that wheel chair.
Someday... that could be me or... you!
In remembrance
Life is short. Youth is fleeting at best.
Without some form of documentation
it's hard to remember how far we've
come. I must confess that most days
I purposefully dodge the camera. The
very idea of providing physical proof
of my over indulgences repulses me.
Yet as my sister-in-law often reminds
me, future generations are going to
treasure said shots. "S's" mother hated
getting her picture taken. Killed all too
young in a plane crash - her family now
wishes they had more photos of Mom.
History 101
In essence this blog is a daily diary -
a public stream of consciousness.
Recently someone described it as
"self indulgent." And in fact - it is.
For three years I've used this forum
to record whatever was on MY mind.
While I rarely refer to prior entries -
they're there should I need them. All
too soon I'll be gone and within one
generation forgotten. Beyond what's
on my tombstone, I hope that all of
my attempts at memory preservation
will prove that for a time... I was here.