6/16/2017

Memory, Blessing or Curse

I have been gifted with an excellent long term memory. I have to work a little harder at short term memory but once something gets into long term RAM it is likely there to stay.

This ability has served me well in school and work. I believe memory is a major component of one's IQ. The fact that I can remember the point in the lecture when the professor talked about the question on the test and I can visualize the page in the book that contains the answer makes test taking a breeze compared to the student who must study content to commit it to memory.  However, memory may also be an important factor in depression.

I remember many things about my childhood that others involved, such as friends and family, do not. Emotionally charged situations are easier for most people to remember, but for me they can be a source of circular thoughts that characterize a period of depression. I remember bad decisions made long ago and relive them over and over. I think about hurtful situations reliving them in my head. I can remember good things too but my brain chemistry tends to focus on the bad.

So focusing on good things is good practice for me. This blog has made it clear that I am not very good at it.
I remember times around the crowded dinner table of my childhood when we laughed until we cried.
I remember playing outside until mom rang the cowbell calling us to dinner.
I remember walking to various parks and enjoying the flowers and the trees.
I remember going to the swimming pool just about every day of the summer.
I remember grandma and Catherine hosting family picnics at Rainbow Beach.
I remember the Christmas tree at Catherine's old house that appeared to be two stories high.
I remember golden books, army men and neapolitan ice cream at grandma's house.
I remember polishing my shoes on Saturday night for church on Sunday.
I remember making paper mache for school projects.
I remember my brother asking my dad to make a "pool" in his mashed potatoes for the gravy.
I remember trick or treating, dropping off a bag of candy at home, and going out for more.
I remember my mother typing on this old typewriter,






See this typewriter on a t-shirt




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