tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32976534.post263798121690016835..comments2023-07-02T09:13:04.505-04:00Comments on The Excuses I'm Going With: Family MysteriesRebecca Coffeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01520682059195304843noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32976534.post-36823195401515794842009-03-14T11:15:00.000-04:002009-03-14T11:15:00.000-04:00Interesting. And of course we always see ourselves...Interesting. And of course we always see ourselves at the centre of every story, so everybody around is seeing a slightly different story anyway. But I like the idea of these stages of memory, and how bits can get left out along the way and never recovered. I often wonder how many of my childhood memories are connected with seeing photographs too.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32976534.post-3419238357632408412009-03-09T10:40:00.000-04:002009-03-09T10:40:00.000-04:00I'm working on an essay about an event from my chi...I'm working on an essay about an event from my childhood today. I wonder if my sister will remember it the same way??? Can't wait to get her side of "my true story!" Thanks for getting me thinking :)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32976534.post-42805976140432934302009-03-04T23:04:00.000-05:002009-03-04T23:04:00.000-05:00Hi.I like to think of memory not as a noun but as ...Hi.<BR/><BR/>I like to think of memory not as a noun but as a verb. That is, I tend to not 'have memories' but, instead, I remember.<BR/><BR/>Some days I do it better than others.<BR/><BR/>-gregAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com