”As we turn down the light each night… May we have some little memory to mark the day.”
The morning is clear and bright but best seen from inside the house. The wind is cold. I filled the bird feeders earlier, all 5 of them, and couldn’t wait to get back inside for a cup of hot coffee.
Despite the sun and blue sky, showers are predicted. I am a bit skeptical. It rained all day yesterday and last night. The rain was heaviest at night.
When I was a kid, our neighborhood was filled with kids. We lived in the project, not a brick city project but a project of duplexes with front yards and flower beds. We moved from South Boston to the project when I was almost five. We lived at the top of the hill. After my sister was born, we moved to a larger duplex. All my growing up was in that house. It was on the corner close to the top of the hill. We had a bigger front yard than the other houses. It was a grassy, little hill. Most fathers were World War II vets, my own included. Most kids were younger than I, only a couple were older. My best friend lived at the of the top of the hill in our first duplex.
I have so many memories of living in that house. Every Christmas the tree was in the same corner. We had to move the TV. My father’s favorite chair was by the picture window. There were two closets almost right beside each other. One held coats while the other was a sort of junk closet. The furniture was always in the same spot. It was never rearranged. The upstairs hall was small. My bedroom faced the backyard. It was right beside the bathroom.
My memory drawers hold all of my life in no certain order. The earliest days are now a single picture or a simple memory. The longer stories have faded. I am always surprised when a memory jumps, triggered by a smell or a picture or even a taste, from one of those drawers. Mostly they are small memories, not spectacular events. I think those are the most treasured.
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November 22, 2024 at 5:14 pm
Hi Kat,
Today was partly cloudy with a high temperature of 68°. Our leaves haven’t turned color yet and we haven’t had our first frost either. Today is the average day for the first frost here.
My memory storage banks are also full of wonderful memories. To prevent me from forgetting them, I have been writing the interesting ones down. Probably, no one will read them anyway. I started a list of all of the instructors who have passed away since I came to work nearly 35 years ago. When I was first hired as a flight simulator instructor, I was 43 years old. My list is now up to 77 instructors. However, many of them were in their 60s when I started working there.
The reason I keep the list is that I don’t want to forget them. At lunch time someone will ask a question about a former instructor. I can check my list to see if they are dead and it helps me to remember their names. Someone will say, “What ever happened to that Falcon instructor who did, such and such?” I can check my list, arraigned by airplanes program, and see if they are dead.
November 22, 2024 at 9:28 pm
Hi Bob,
It is raining now. The weatherman was right. It was in the low 50’s all day.
My blog keeps my memories for me. I get to chronicle my life. I sometimes will jot down a note to remind me of something I remembered and want to write about. I have always had. Really good memory-, and now that is more important than ever.
I worked with several teachers who were my teachers. I was there when a few of them died then more of them died. When I retired, none of them were left. I always hope they will be remembered.