tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post6999395711324914916..comments2024-03-27T16:19:53.023+00:00Comments on Friko's World: MemoryFrikohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04277167831642088694noreply@blogger.comBlogger31125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-65049041457428880352011-04-24T23:01:16.530+01:002011-04-24T23:01:16.530+01:00It seems truth is bent to better express the uniqu...It seems truth is bent to better express the unique reaction felt by each participant!Stafford Rayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03048757515249725540noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-60018757317109113952011-04-22T19:07:34.500+01:002011-04-22T19:07:34.500+01:00Lady, you really were bang on with this posting.
A...Lady, you really were bang on with this posting.<br />And it is not just family gatherings but those<br />clusterings of friends after absent decades<br />that are evidence that as the memories are<br />churned up and the stories spun over wine<br />and pizza, there are many many other versions<br />that emerge. A few years ago I attempted<br />to serialize my past on my blog; a little like<br />Glenn Buttkushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10680725814199700692noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-89089203974146353692011-04-22T19:03:56.752+01:002011-04-22T19:03:56.752+01:00Friko, you are so right about the way a number of ...Friko, you are so right about the way a number of people remember incidents in different ways. These days I am trying to be more laid-back about insisting "that's the way it was" - instead, it becomes "that's the way I remember it." Even better, is listening to the other and avoiding a big argument.Fredahttp://www.freda.org.uknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-18820710587178606922011-04-22T16:12:43.236+01:002011-04-22T16:12:43.236+01:00I loved this post, Friko. One of my favorite line...I loved this post, Friko. One of my favorite lines is the last line from F. Scott Fitzgerald's "The Great Gatsby:" "And so we beat on, boats against the current, borne ceaselessly back into the past." It's disturbing enough that the past is always with us, but is even more disconcerting to realize that every version of "the past" is different. We do, Georgehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03959953035812596907noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-69969888851597165672011-04-22T11:39:47.302+01:002011-04-22T11:39:47.302+01:00We experience this all the time too, with 8 siblin...We experience this all the time too, with 8 siblings, spouses, grandchildren. My being the youngest means that I had a very different experience than my oldest brother. Mom and Dad changed, and our life was really quite different.<br /><br />I am so stunned by the mother who wanted to charge the boyfriend for Christmas dinner that I can't quite get my head around it! Wow! And he forgot it!Ruthhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14204074161539605133noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-90504113016251596142011-04-22T07:33:50.211+01:002011-04-22T07:33:50.211+01:00Like a group standing round a statue in an art gal...Like a group standing round a statue in an art gallery , we're all looking at a different side of any experience . What each of us is seeing will have different highlights and shadows .<br />And family legends are a minefield apart .SmitoniusAndSonatahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11210817141287881808noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-83515381481036737152011-04-22T04:23:32.842+01:002011-04-22T04:23:32.842+01:00Hi Friko, what a subject. A couple of years ago, ...Hi Friko, what a subject. A couple of years ago, while writing (for myself) about my growing up years, I had an amazing realization. We were four in our house. My parents, my sister who was 11 years older than I and myself. What was my realization? Each one of us in that house had different memories of same events and occassions, different feelings of how our life was.<br />All of us have nazelethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00711794777364747269noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-22923667094632562182011-04-22T01:03:02.148+01:002011-04-22T01:03:02.148+01:00Hello. I am dropping in from Jeff's blog. Ho...Hello. I am dropping in from Jeff's blog. How astute your observations, "that any situation is subject to a variety of interpretations" and we shouldn't be so rigid in thinking that our version is the only correct one. (unless it's being documented on You Tube :-)<br /><br />Just like Raining Acorns, I am always amazed by how differently my siblings remember things. It&#Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-87956781564352741062011-04-21T22:18:10.515+01:002011-04-21T22:18:10.515+01:00I've often been stunned in comparing notes wit...I've often been stunned in comparing notes with family and friends how one of us may have a clear and distinct recollection of a past event that is at total odds with another's equally clear memory of the same thing. What filters might it be that we each have, through which we run events, that result in lodging them in our memories so differently?Susan Scheid (Raining Acorns)https://www.blogger.com/profile/02827286681242730183noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-21223466713999347862011-04-21T21:13:19.582+01:002011-04-21T21:13:19.582+01:00There's a rift between me and a sibling becaus...There's a rift between me and a sibling because of this very problem. I've obviously ticked him off at some time or another (I can't remember what it might have been), and he isn't speaking to me at all. What a shame. I miss him.walk2writehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13501812375142037251noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-11469622105977381962011-04-21T19:24:00.835+01:002011-04-21T19:24:00.835+01:00Evidently, I am the world's worst at getting s...Evidently, I am the world's worst at getting shared memories "right." Fortunately, even the differences are still benign, at least at this point. Memories, after all, are still being made!<br /><br />Thanks for a great "get-me-to-thinking" post!LChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08369350929348290480noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-31502481453396748082011-04-21T17:27:56.720+01:002011-04-21T17:27:56.720+01:00How true this is. I've been known to ask '...How true this is. I've been known to ask 'Who ARE you?' when the other rememberer is so Wrong. Laughing. Excellent post!Tumblewords:https://www.blogger.com/profile/04279038951489894119noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-56193282370107741312011-04-21T15:33:20.838+01:002011-04-21T15:33:20.838+01:00Quite true. We don't see things as they really...Quite true. We don't see things as they really are, we see them as we are ( think it was Anais Nin).<br /> A most interesting post with apt descriptions, thank you, Friko.More Than Meets the Ihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17904789091298274078noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-86014922666006189152011-04-21T12:58:53.934+01:002011-04-21T12:58:53.934+01:00We see through a glass darkly or more to the point...We see through a glass darkly or more to the point it is as if we are looking through a pin hole. We only see what we saw and we only remember what we heard. There are lifetimes of other images and sounds that we missed. Kind of sad that we can never really get it right!Taborhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15257045780724471840noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-46065505748841649122011-04-21T12:19:21.857+01:002011-04-21T12:19:21.857+01:00Ah, Friko, these are the very things we are dealin...Ah, Friko, these are the very things we are dealing with ourselves in my family of origin. My mother wishes to sit around and tell stories but they are fraught with bitter barbs.Karen (formerly kcinnova)https://www.blogger.com/profile/16705613736966783261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-72329508971245858412011-04-21T12:10:13.433+01:002011-04-21T12:10:13.433+01:00I think Frances has something there when she says ...I think Frances has something there when she says that our dreams interfere with memories.Tramphttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10367405984066895755noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-44008019461316889282011-04-21T09:59:41.909+01:002011-04-21T09:59:41.909+01:00I'm always so disappointed when people remembe...I'm always so disappointed when people remember things differently from the way I remember them or don't remember them at all. I think I would like to create my own history without interference from others.marciamayohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18185069576683872041noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-84841329813877787092011-04-21T09:31:49.606+01:002011-04-21T09:31:49.606+01:00We all remember the events that are most relevant ...We all remember the events that are most relevant to us but each from our own perspective. As you intimate, it can be quite a shock to have one's memories 'rearranged' by others. <br />Received memories are interesting! Our oldest daughter 'remembers' things that we know she definitely did not see or hear.jabbloghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12176958811589489979noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-6015642850024613772011-04-21T08:27:55.729+01:002011-04-21T08:27:55.729+01:00ja, "it's all a matter of perception"...ja, "it's all a matter of perception" und ich denke, dass dies nicht nur für die Vergangenheit gilt, sondern auch für das direkte Erleben. Jeder sieht das Leben auf eine ganz subjektive Weise und interpretiert die Geschehnisse immer auf sich bezogen. Und deshalb bin ich davon überzeugt, dass die Menschen, die ausgeglichen und gleichmütig (also still in sich selbst) sind, die Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-37784001790028625102011-04-21T07:07:13.046+01:002011-04-21T07:07:13.046+01:00There is no such thing as truth - that slippery ro...There is no such thing as truth - that slippery rosary we cherish. Families also put up force fields that keep truth further away. And memories ... dubious dreams.Isabel Doylehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17974989548030799086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-56782448502631559502011-04-21T06:59:06.936+01:002011-04-21T06:59:06.936+01:00rashomon.
i'm now old enough to remember the...rashomon. <br /><br />i'm now old enough to remember the past better than yesterday. a different past, of course, from what my family/Other Half remembers. perhaps even different from the way i remembered it last year :)georgia little peahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01388133043071314431noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-76978582770259258962011-04-21T04:47:53.585+01:002011-04-21T04:47:53.585+01:00Well, your story of the young man who had forgotte...Well, your story of the young man who had forgotten the terrible behavior of his hosts reminds me of a quote:<br /><br />A retentive memory may be a good thing, but the ability to forget is the true token of greatness.<br /><br />(Attributed to Elbert Hubbard, publisher & philosopher, who died on the Lusitania)Kerryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15281288495129054688noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-70225892276938570222011-04-21T04:36:53.732+01:002011-04-21T04:36:53.732+01:00National Geographic, as I recall, or maybe it was ...National Geographic, as I recall, or maybe it was on Nova, something like that...did a piece on memory. It seems that everyone's memory is bad and that we all pretty much remember everything differently. We even make things up to fill in the blanks and call it memory. It's as if we all live in different realities that intersect.ellen abbotthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00535475792150335186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-82997927545182548592011-04-21T03:48:35.143+01:002011-04-21T03:48:35.143+01:00We've all experienced that, I suppose. My sibl...We've all experienced that, I suppose. My siblings and I have spoken of several family stories, wishing our parents were still around to tell us who is right in our memories. chances are Mom and Dad would remember those stories in yet another way!!Lyniluhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04742585512852240355noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-10143930607571344912011-04-21T03:22:44.584+01:002011-04-21T03:22:44.584+01:00Friko, you have done it again, getting us to think...Friko, you have done it again, getting us to think about notions that you have put afloat in your post.<br /><br />I love reading your posts, and then have the additional pleasure in reading the comments that precede my eventually posting my own comment.<br /><br />Memories are composed of facts, reflection, time, recomposition, and sometime even withstand testing by other folks with differing Franceshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08352407314710067616noreply@blogger.com