Tuesday, July 12, 2016
"This is all the inheritance I give to my dear family. The religion of Christ will give them one which will make them rich indeed." ~ Patrick Henry, American patriot and one of our founders
I have a reasonably good recall. Yet, it took seeing that pink cast to prompt my memories of when our Tiff broke her arm. Once I saw that cast I could then recall more of the details. Images do that. I've been capturing them since I was a little guy and storing them somewhere in that gray cell storage system God provided to us. I think my trouble comes with the indexing process. They tell us our brains are like computers. (It's more likely the other way round.) I know what it means to have information in a computer storage area but the access index is messed up, therefore, it is very hard, if not impossible, to view the images even though they are there. I know for sure that is a huge part of the problem with my childhood memories prior to dad passing away in 1954. I am absolutely convinced those images are still intact, however, the trauma associated with his passing has really done a number on my access mechanism. Every once in a while, I see a vague but blurred picture and it makes me know there's so many more out there. If. And, that is a huge if, I ever get those access mechanisms working properly, look out! There are some seven years of stuff for me to review, evaluate, and write about. Will that ever happen? It hasn't yet but it's not for a lack of trying on my part. Like I say, I do have a few where I can see my dad and they are precious to me. I am thankful for those and I'll let you know if any others show up. That is, if they can be shared. Knowing me, myself, and I, there's probably plenty that are better kept in the filing cabinet. That's right. Even as a kid. Trust me on that one.