The other night I was thinking about the house we lived in for 19 years. It was a rental and I was thinking about our pet rooster chasing me around the yard nipping at my calves and the playhouse I built for Jessie in the corner of the yard.
It made me reminisce. Sometimes when I think back to those times, I miss them and I'll get frustrated when I can't remember every detail or relive those moments. Almost a sense of panic.
I met a girl in Sydney Australia when we played at the Royal Easter Show for 2 weeks and she and I had such a wonderful time. (nothing physical) She would borrow her older brothers Morris Mini and let me drive and she would show me around Sydney at night. It was one of my magical memories from 50+ years ago. I was thinking with all the people finder sites I might be able to locate her just to say hello see how her life turned out. I think of all the information I don't have and it makes me think I'll probably never locate her, then I think, what if all I find is an obituary. Elizabeth, if you see this.... :-)
These are the memories that were but are no longer. Our memories can be both a blessing and a curse.
Smoking was a curse. If you are honest with yourself,
you will see it offered nothing. It was a lie.
25 years into the future.
My second wife was attached to a video camera. She took them everywhere. They were like part of her face. After my daughter Jessie moved to Seattle, she spent an entire year transferring videos from all formats. 8mm, VHS, VHS-C, All of them, to large capacity hard drives and sent me one of everything. We're talking nearly 3TB.
The other day when I had these "missing details" thoughts, I plugged it into my computer and found videos of Brewster the rooster and the playhouse and took a few screen shots from a trip we took to Disneyland in 1991. She was 4. :-)
Jessie and Pluto
I am unable to edit the video or I would post a clip. :-)
jonescarp.aka.dale.Jan_2007, Dale, that happens to me a lot, and I am so jealous of my husband who can remember full names of middle-school colleagues, when I can't remember last names of boyfriends I had when going to University
But if you really want to find and catch up with the girl from Sydney, never, ever give up. I have a friend (we were best friends between 2nd grade through junior in high-school) then life separated us, we kept in touch for several year, then after I had left the country she called mom, but never left her info as a married woman. It's been nearly30 years, and I was finally able to find her through my husband's best friend who went to high school with her; isn't that crazy??? Anyways, we are now speaking through fb, and can see each other using messenger on our phones. And even though we grew into such different people, it feels good to hear her voice, see her mature face, and reminisce about the good times we had growing up.