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Post by Jazz on Mar 21, 2011 16:19:43 GMT 1
My earliest memory, if I remember rightly, of course, is of my Mother taking me over to Jarrow from Howdon. I remember on the other side of the river (the Jarrow side) someone throwing a large stone, piece of earth into my pram. In later years my Mother said that she had put a nice white cover over me so she was annoyed that this had happened, understandably! If I was in the pram I must have been pretty young at the time....6 months to 2 years probably? Definitely remember it though....I wasn't just told the story. Anyone else got an early memory?  |
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Post by Shadow on Mar 21, 2011 17:36:30 GMT 1
Earliest one I have is trying to peer at my sister who had recently been born. She was in this sort of basket thing on a stand next to my bed so I stood on the bed to have a look-unfortunately I was resting my hands on the basket and tipped the whole thing over baby and all-I fell down next to her. I would have been about two and a half-cannot remember a thing before that |
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Post by skintagain on Mar 21, 2011 18:29:11 GMT 1
earliest memory, getting my Rs slapped by the midwife.
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Post by patsie on Mar 21, 2011 21:33:43 GMT 1
Jazz - I seem to remember a lot - but lets face it. Do we remember from photos or from stories we were told? I have a photo - (probably age 2) standing in an aircraft at Aldershot barracks, where my father was posted after WWII - I cannot remember that. Yet I can remember living there.
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Post by Jazz on Mar 21, 2011 22:34:06 GMT 1
Jazz - I seem to remember a lot - but lets face it. Do we remember from photos or from stories we were told? I have a photo - (probably age 2) standing in an aircraft at Aldershot barracks, where my father was posted after WWII - I cannot remember that. Yet I can remember living there. Yes, Patsie, memory is a strange thing and I wondered if the story "me Mam" told me had somehow made me think that I had remembered the event. However, I seem to think that I actually did recall being in the pram and the "shock feeling" of the thing....if I think about it now its quite clear in my mind. I was told lots of other stories, many of them much later than this one which I don't remember at all. Many of these too, were much more significant events than the one described. |
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Post by Shadow on Mar 21, 2011 22:39:51 GMT 1
I know mine is a real memory-when I mentioned it to my parents they were gobsmacked I remembered it-they'd never mentioned it to me before I brought it up  |
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Post by Jazz on Mar 21, 2011 22:44:11 GMT 1
Memory to me is peculiar. I have kinds of "snapshots" in my mind of certain scenes, events etc, some of them quite insignificant.......things like remembering a certain building from years ago, a certain brief episode of a childhood game, what people said at a certain time etc. All of these, invariably, were not particularly important but somehow the "shutter" clicked and it was filed away in my memory. Strange?! |
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Post by Shadow on Mar 25, 2011 21:46:14 GMT 1
Same here.
Theres no long continuous thread-just bits and bobs.
Most of my memories are just like that but the minds a funny thing.
Trauma brings a different thing into the equation.Long time ago when the first inklings of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder was being talked about I couldnt understand really the notion of "flashbacks".
But now I do-and those "memories" if you like are so different to ordinary ones.Even bad ones.I recall bad things in my life such as the death of much loved Grandparents,violent encounters etc and I remember them in great detail-alot of feelings are associated with those memories-grief,anger,helplessness but they too are almost memories themselves as time moves on.
I have others that I would choose to forget if I could but altho I dont dwell on things wont be forgotten.They pop into my mind at the most obscure times.And they are different.Its not a case of remembering-its more like being in a time machine-transported back and every feeling and emotion is as real as it was at the time.
All senses get awakened too-smells,,sounds-its a very different kind of memory.
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Post by skintagain on Mar 25, 2011 22:32:28 GMT 1
i remember loads of things right back to when i was a baby, i remember been in my pram and the wool mittens i hated wearing, i remember nappy changes, getting cuddles of my mam before she handed me to my gran when she was going to work, crawling and my first steps, i remember been upset when my sister started school and i was too young to go, i remember at aged about 4 my uncle took me to a football match but had to leave early because all i did was cry, what did he expect, fancy taking me to Roker park, i remember my first day at school, i fell asleep at my desk, i remember loads from my childhood days.
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Post by Jazz on Mar 25, 2011 22:37:36 GMT 1
Yes, Shads...you mention smells which certainly trigger off feelings, memories in me.....often wonder if blind people develop an acute sense of smell to compensate for their lack of sight. Also, as a good example the early smells of school....obvious ones being ink, paint, chalk dust and for me sour milk....the little bottles you got when at school.....they were either too warm or bloody frozen, never "just right"! Another thing was the smell of people......but we won't go in to that!!! ;D |
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Post by Shadow on Mar 25, 2011 22:43:12 GMT 1
You know skint I really envy you that.
I wish I could remember some things-Ive got loads of photos of me as a baby and young girl sledging in Germany,our German familly staying with us in England-me on my grandads shoulders in the same house my mam and dad live in now.
Cant remember a single thing about it.
In a way looking at the photos is like looking at a stranger.I recognise them but looking at me there-its a weird feeling.
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Post by Shadow on Mar 25, 2011 23:33:50 GMT 1
Yes, Shads...you mention smells which certainly trigger off feelings, memories in me.....often wonder if blind people develop an acute sense of smell to compensate for their lack of sight. Also, as a good example the early smells of school....obvious ones being ink, paint, chalk dust and for me sour milk....the little bottles you got when at school.....they were either too warm or bloody frozen, never "just right"! Another thing was the smell of people......but we won't go in to that!!! ;D What I was trying to describe was slightly different Jazz although I know what you mean. Youre talking about smells triggering memories.I often experience that.Fresh baked bread,newly mown grass are all examples of what trigger happy memories and thats why the bakeries for example pipe that smell through their shops-to entice people in Flashbacks arent like that. As I said its like you live the entire event again and again  |
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