Sandwiched between Black Friday and Cyber Monday is an ample filling of memory. Je me souviens, amarcord, I remember, we remember: it's been a great trip.
It's sometimes astonishing to think how little of the past is remembered, absorbed, or understood on a conscious level, and how little we can really know about the details of the future. But being surrounded by people with quite a bit of shared experience can be so refreshing, renewing, and memory-inducing -- especially in a peaceful and stable environment. And here in Saxapahaw it has been that way. Any number of memories have been induced by conversation, of course, and also by sights and aromas, things like the enclosed wooden cabinet lined with hundreds of small vessels and containers filled with spices and other food-related accessories. I'd never thought to ask until now, but turns out this finely refinished cabinet just around the corner from where I'm writing goes back at least three generations to Mary Daley St. Bonnet McGinnis, one of my maternal great grandmothers. This is just a small sampling.
I could also write about escorting one of my sisters in the cold of winter from Durham, North Carolina, to the Twin Cities, Minnesota, many years ago now, and once having arrived, going back to see where our whole immediate family at the time had lived when I was a little kid in the late 1960s in Mendota Heights (St. Paul). But I'll save that one for another post. If I remember, in the near future, as sharply as I do right here and now.
One thing's certain: this revelry expands my memory.
Happy Cyber Monday to all, but meanwhile, to all a good night!
Today's Rune: Gateway.
3 comments:
your story sounds as particular, universal, and intriguing as Fellini's in Amorocord which I LOVE!
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I've found myself spending more time in such revery in the last few years. Not sure what the change is that accounts for it. But it is enjoyable
I think there is something about having the memory jogged but I remember so much, so many things without a cue. I find it better to save my passion for poetry and not past or future.
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