“Memory only slumbers—never dies.”

This morning is a bit strange. We have sun for the first time in four or five days. The cat is enjoying it and is stretched out by the front door. When I went to get the papers, I saw turkeys wandering on the grass. I watched a while then a helicopter flew overhead. I don’t ever remember seeing one flying over my neighborhood. Henry came in the dog door. He almost never comes in the dog door. He looks through it hoping to see me coming to let him inside. Once I forgot him for a long time, and he still didn’t come in.

My muse is on vacation this morning. I keep starting and stopping. I write maybe a sentence or two then I delete. Coffee is over 15 years old. I started writing it every day then decided to take Wednesdays off. I think I have covered my life’s story over and over. Sometimes, though, I diverge and just ramble. I think that’s where we are today.

I remember thumbing with my brother from Yarmouth to Hyannis. We figured we’d wander around then go to my father’s office to get a ride home. I bought a record album, Roy Orbison’s Greatest Hits from 1962. It had many of my favorites like Only the Lonely, Crying and Running Scared. That’s the only memory left from that excursion.

My friend Lolly and I thumbed from Boston to North Andover to get back to school. We went Route 1 as we figured it might be easier to get a ride, and we could take it a good distance before taking Route 114. A man picked us up. He said he had a daughter our ages and would never want her to thumb. He told us how dangerous it was and wanted to know what we would do if he wouldn’t let us go. I showed him the knife I carried.

In Ghana, I hitched a few times, and I was usually by myself. One time it was because the next bus to take me from Tamale to Bolga, a 100 miles trip, wouldn’t be for hours so I hit the road. My first ride took me as far as he was going on the main road so he dropped me where there were a few compounds. Tree trunks were smoldering to make charcoal. All the children came to check me out. We didn’t share a language, but we smiled and that was enough. The small boys stood in the road to get me a ride. The car they stopped happened to be going beyond Bolga to Navrongo so I got a ride right to the school gate. I don’t remember being afraid.

Okay, it seems I have memory drawers I haven’t opened in a while. All of a sudden I am done.

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8 Comments on ““Memory only slumbers—never dies.””

  1. Rowen Says:

    Always enjoy the cat report. What are we calling the reclusive one?

    • katry Says:

      Rowen,
      I think the reclusive cat is Gwen. Her head is smaller than the other cat’s so I’m thinking cat1 is Jack. My uncle was not happy I had shortened their names to Gwen and Jack. My aunt always talked about them as Gwendolyn and Captain Jack.

      Gwen doesn’t come out of the bedroom when I am there, but I know she comes out as I can hear her running around when the rest of us are downstairs. She sits in the room when I go in and comes to me for pats. It is slow going but I’m glad to be patient.

  2. Bob Cohen Says:

    Hi Kat,

    WOW! 15 years. I can’t remember how long I have been following your blog, but the time has flown by at hypersonic speed. Episodic memory is changed slightly every time the memory is recalled. Your stories are still interesting. Don’t worry about repeating your experiences because as we age we won’t remember if you wrote about it in the past. I think it’s called senior moments that last awhile. 🙂

    I’m amazed how much of your life experiences are similar to mine even though we lived in different parts of the country, come from different backgrounds, different religious traditions and of course different sexes. Probably our common thread is that we agree politically and both grew up during the turmoil of the 1960s. We both probably sided with those who opposed the debacle called the Vietnam war and realized that Nixon really was a crook. I just read an article that said that Democrats and Republicans don’t just disagree or come from different socioeconomic groups, or live in different regions of the country but actually live in different universes. 🙁

    Today is another beautiful day with highs in the low 70s with clear skies.

    • katry Says:

      Hi Bob,
      I got a chuckle from your reassurance that as we age we won’t remember if I had already written the same stories. We are definitely caught in senior moments.

      You and I do share a common history of events and have the same political outlook. As you said, we sided with the anti-war activists, and knew even when he was just elected that Nixon was probably a crook.

      We, republicans and democrats, do live in different universes. In ours, we recognize that the president is a liar, is amoral and has only his interests, not those of the country in mind. He seems to be getting worse, made paranoid by the idea of impeachment. He is scary.

      We did have a lovely day!

  3. Birgit Says:

    As a student it was quite normal to hitchhike and to pick up people in town, nowadays every student has a local public transport ticket. I also hitchhiked when I was in Greece, it’s long time ago.
    Sunny warm summer is back for a few days. Time for a Jazz music matinee in an old coalmine building, a quite typical event location here since black coal mining ended in this region, and a nice walk through the renaturated mining grounds.

    • katry Says:

      Birgit,
      Hitchhiking now is a scary way to travel. I think even in Ghana I would not hitch anymore. In my day I hitched several times, the same with college. But, as you say, it’s a long time ago.

      Today was in the mid-60’s, a nice, sunny day. I was glad it didn’t rain, but most things are still wet.

      Trump told the coalminers that they would be back to work as we mined clean coal. The man know little about so many things.

  4. olof1 Says:

    Fifteen years already! I can’t remember how long it is since I found You though or how 🙂 🙂 I think I might have found You via Victor down in Florida? What was the name of his blog? Lots about feral cats though and Caturday 🙂

    I’ve never hitchhiked in my entire life, I think my mother managed to scare me enough not to want to try it 🙂 The horrible stories she told about people missing and found dead 🙂 🙂 🙂

    Have a great day!

    Christer.

    • katry Says:

      Christer,
      I am so glad you did find me as you are my most faithful reader.

      Victor’s blog was about Zooey, his Himalayan cat. Maybe Zooey and Me? I really enjoyed his blog. He had those great pictures of mystery places we had to guess about. It used to drive me crazy when I couldn’t find the answer. He is missed.

      Maybe that you are younger is why you have never hitched. When I was a teen, there were no stores of murderous drivers killing hitchers. I was never afraid.

      Enjoy your day!!


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