Memory on the Menu
PROMPT: Which good memories are better — the recent and vivid ones, or those that time has covered in a sweet haze?
I guess I am old enough that the things that have happened in recent times are still a part of my present. I really don’t consider them memories. (I know, that by definition, they are actually memories.) But when one has memories five-years-old compared to fifty-years-old… the word memory is likely to become attached to the fifty-year-old memory.
The things that elicit the strongest memories in me are rebirthed by the wonderful smells attached to preparing for family gatherings with Mom…
Or working in the hay fields, gardens, or machine shop with Dad.
Often songs have become affixed to certain memories. (If you have never heard these, please take a listen. If you have… I hope that they bring back great memories for you too.)
Coat of Many Colors
Daddy Don’t You Walk Too Fast
Funny thing about memories…
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Memory on the Menu.”