“We do not remember days, we remember moments.”

We are still stuck in the heat. It is already in the mid 80’s. My AC is cranking. The sky is cloudy and sunny and cloudy. It rained last night, a heavy rain for a while. Today will be dry.

This is a busy uke week for me. Last week I had none. This week I have a lesson, a practice and a concert every day starting tonight in Hyannis. My fingers will be tired.

I remember odd events.

I was on a bus one time, and there were three women sitting on the front seat which faced the other front seat. They never stopped talking. One woman lit a cigarette and somehow kept talking. She wasn’t paying attention and put the lit end of the cigarette in her mouth. She sputtered and spit.

I used to take the bus from Boston to Hyannis when I was in college. It left from the old Trailways terminal in Park Square. That terminal had a small luncheonette and a kiosk selling newspapers, magazines and candy. The chairs were along the wall. I was sitting and reading and smoking when my bus was called. I put out the cigarette in the metal ashtray and went to stand in line. Right behind me a guy walked over, picked my cigarette butt out of the ashtray, lit it and started smoking. The Trailways terminal didn’t always attract the best clientele.

I remember my confirmation when I was in the sixth grade. I had to wear a robe with a white collar topped by a red beanie. The bishop came to perform the ceremony. The nuns had prepared us. They told us the bishop would slap us on the cheek as a reminder that we might have to suffer for our faith, that we were becoming soldiers for Christ. I got slapped, but it didn’t really hurt though I had braced myself.

I remember the flight to Ghana. My seatbelt got stuck between the wall and the seat so I couldn’t use it. I hoped no stewardess would notice. They showed one movie, The Love Bug.

I remember learning to tie a bow. My mother sat on the chair in the living room, and I knelt beside her. She had yarn, and she’d show me how to tie a bow then would have me try. It took a few times, but I succeeded in tying a bow. A triumph!

My memory drawers are filled with all these odd little memories, most of little consequence in the scheme of things.

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2 Comments on ““We do not remember days, we remember moments.””

  1. Bob Says:

    Hi Kat,

    Today the sun was brutal with a high temperature of 107°. It wasn’t a record. The record for today was 110°.

    Your memory drawers are full of episodic memories. I’m always amazed what things we decide to remember. I began writing down as many memories as ai could remember. I started it during my Covid-19 furlough. I was afraid I would forget some things that were important in my career.

    • katry Says:

      Hi Bob,
      I just couldn’t stand that day after day. I’m complaining when it is in the 80’s. Luckily, though, it gets down to the 70’s at night.

      Memories pop up all the time for me. They get triggered by smells or sound or pictures. I always wonder why some things stay in my memory like some minor event that passed quickly. I figure I have stuffed, overflowing memory drawers. I’m glad for that!

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