Remember when?

I love listening to my children “remember”.

“Remember that three story tree house we built?”

“Remember when we ran over Price with the Go Cart and we begged him not to tell on us?”

“Remember when we ran into the tree with the lawn mower?”

Some of the events my children remembered I knew about and others I didn’t- like running over their cousin Price.  My brother and I didn’t tell our parents everything either.  I don’t know that cousin Martha and I ever told my parents about the day we borrowed dad’s dune buggy, hit a pot hole, ran off the road and ended up in a field.

 

Memory is a funny thing. I can remember the words to all the songs that were popular during my high school years but ask me to name the President’s of the United States (something I should know because I was a high school history teacher) I would struggle. Names are not my strong point. I recognize faces, but names?

When I run into former students the conversation often goes like this….

“Hi, Mrs. Kindred. Remember me?”

“Sure,” I say, and I do remember them. I can tell you where they sat in my classroom. Who they sat next to and if they talked too much, were prone to passing notes (or gas) or throwing spit balls. But their name????

I had hundreds of students over the years and honestly, I just can’t remember names very well.

Bill and I have five children and I call them the wrong names half the time.

So ask me to sing “The Way We Were” or “Life In The Fast Lane” and I will give it a shot.

Just don’t ask me to remember your name.

 

 

 

5 Comments

  1. teresak
    Author
    April 13, 2011 / 6:46 pm

    Blessings to you Susan, but if you could hear me sing you might not think that’s such a good idea!

  2. April 10, 2011 / 7:34 pm

    True for me, too! I think music makes things easier to remember. That’s why we can still remember the words to songs that we may not have heard for years. Maybe we should just set everyone’s name to music!

  3. April 10, 2011 / 5:55 pm

    I have one son and a dog and I call them by each by the wrong name all the time.

    Thank you for stopping by my blog! I am now following you in google reader 🙂

  4. April 10, 2011 / 2:28 pm

    I remember when we could roam around in the country on bicycles and not be worried about someone getting us. Lived way out there. Remember the fun playing by the creek with my neighbor boy, Jerry. Catching salamanders. Enjoying the quiet. I was a country girl and now I work in a hardware store! Hugs!

  5. April 10, 2011 / 8:06 am

    I love it when as 7 year old says “remember when I was a little”.

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