tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post3864409791644468893..comments2024-03-29T06:35:42.668+00:00Comments on Going Gently: Turn Your Face To The Moonlight....let your memory lead youJohn Going Gentlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14958171262765033946noreply@blogger.comBlogger72125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-15872362307939109442016-01-28T11:50:34.667+00:002016-01-28T11:50:34.667+00:00True John, a bit poor, a bit tough, but there was ...True John, a bit poor, a bit tough, but there was the best love my mum and dad knew how to give.Lisa Holmeshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03120614311419730549noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-53668947700176146812016-01-28T11:47:52.757+00:002016-01-28T11:47:52.757+00:00I don't have very comprehensive memories of my...I don't have very comprehensive memories of my early childhood either. I think some people just have better memories than others -- I don't think it means we're somehow damaged. (I had a perfectly happy childhood, from what I can remember, LOL.)Steve Reedhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11684120060438252945noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-77087499392291816842016-01-28T09:32:10.318+00:002016-01-28T09:32:10.318+00:00rocking sounds familiar, stroking my own cheeks to...rocking sounds familiar, stroking my own cheeks too as a child was self comforting. I think we do all have comfort mechanisms from an early age - we immediately touch an area and stroke it if we injure ourselves too - touch must be a powerful thing (stroking pets too) my memory is vivid in some places and fuzzy in others due to a dodgy childhood but I quite like the fuzzy bits to stay that way and don't dig too deep!Elderberry-Robhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14197689596360708239noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-11999370567805092622016-01-28T08:10:54.030+00:002016-01-28T08:10:54.030+00:00Memory is a VERY strange thing. I remember quite ...Memory is a VERY strange thing. I remember quite a bit, my husband is like you only after 10 or so, my son only the highlights(fun or exciting things) my daughter from an early age remembered things that never happened. When she was young I always said how glad I was that she was a 2nd child as we needed corroboration from her older brother and grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins, friends that many of her memories just did not happen.<br />I do not know if her imagination is so vivid that it all seemed so real to her and she holds them as memories. Candacehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04728224499293623221noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-5169252644394649692016-01-27T23:40:57.216+00:002016-01-27T23:40:57.216+00:00Funny younsaid that......i remember my elder siste...Funny younsaid that......i remember my elder sister but not my elder brother John Going Gentlyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14958171262765033946noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-19721516299754565042016-01-27T23:33:41.511+00:002016-01-27T23:33:41.511+00:00Sending you an on line hugSending you an on line hugJohn Going Gentlyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14958171262765033946noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-31309233729375551962016-01-27T23:32:49.632+00:002016-01-27T23:32:49.632+00:00Smells......another dimention
Cold cream and face...Smells......another dimention <br />Cold cream and face powder......= my grandmotherJohn Going Gentlyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14958171262765033946noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-51865757106758734402016-01-27T23:31:37.631+00:002016-01-27T23:31:37.631+00:00Amen Amen John Going Gentlyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14958171262765033946noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-7836017807781540462016-01-27T23:31:06.296+00:002016-01-27T23:31:06.296+00:00Things are buried for a reason old chumThings are buried for a reason old chumJohn Going Gentlyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14958171262765033946noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-22799848972471498352016-01-27T23:30:23.935+00:002016-01-27T23:30:23.935+00:00Thank you for that stream of consciousness anna xx...Thank you for that stream of consciousness anna xxJohn Going Gentlyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14958171262765033946noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-39005397561044925272016-01-27T23:29:29.506+00:002016-01-27T23:29:29.506+00:00Interesting. Signposts
I would like to discuss th...Interesting. Signposts <br />I would like to discuss this further with you YPJohn Going Gentlyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14958171262765033946noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-81172417446165461202016-01-27T23:28:34.712+00:002016-01-27T23:28:34.712+00:00At least you knew you had a normal upbringing xAt least you knew you had a normal upbringing xJohn Going Gentlyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14958171262765033946noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-80401857580759270112016-01-27T23:27:43.930+00:002016-01-27T23:27:43.930+00:00I tried that as i was driving home tonight..... I ...I tried that as i was driving home tonight..... I remembered every detail of my old fish tank that stood in the hallway recessJohn Going Gentlyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14958171262765033946noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-23877797385576579722016-01-27T23:26:40.643+00:002016-01-27T23:26:40.643+00:00I suspect i was worried that my amnesia was relate...I suspect i was worried that my amnesia was related to unhappiness... I dont think it was, it is related to not needing to remember the banalJohn Going Gentlyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14958171262765033946noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-77409960887217388592016-01-27T23:25:32.203+00:002016-01-27T23:25:32.203+00:00I always thought you remembered the funny
I guess ...I always thought you remembered the funny<br />I guess you just need to remember one and others followJohn Going Gentlyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14958171262765033946noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-85594208774888972452016-01-27T23:23:45.837+00:002016-01-27T23:23:45.837+00:00Eclectic wanda xEclectic wanda xJohn Going Gentlyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14958171262765033946noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-24022575443048589012016-01-27T23:17:31.019+00:002016-01-27T23:17:31.019+00:00Memory is a funny thing. I remember many things ba...Memory is a funny thing. I remember many things back to when I was two and a half years old. Perhaps earlier than that, but that is when I can date a memory. My brother who is a bit younger than I, says that my memories are false. He hates my memories and grows horribly angry when I say, "But don't you remember...?" <br />"No! That never happened!" he says. <br />My mother used to tell me the same. <br />But I know they did. Those things happened. My imagination is not that good and a small child could not make up what I remember. Ms. Moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-64170016944049015352016-01-27T21:26:17.223+00:002016-01-27T21:26:17.223+00:00As I started reading through others' comments,...As I started reading through others' comments, I started out thinking that I only had little snippets of memories, and unfortunately the big pieces are of traumatic times best forgotten, but then as I read more comments, I've been remembering other things too. School moments, moments at uncle's dairy farm, moments at home, but one thing is certain... a smell can bring back memories and feelings. Welding fumes, plastic Barbie shoes, chili sauce, auto body filler, cattle manure, ... Interesting post, John! -Jenncoffeeontheporchwithmehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17618627688821849806noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-84232484225104867732016-01-27T20:59:04.571+00:002016-01-27T20:59:04.571+00:00Such an interesting post! My parents also had one ...Such an interesting post! My parents also had one of those wooden deers and, for the life of me, I cannot remember my sister being there for all the years of our childhood. This fact has bugged and baffled me forever.Irishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12550611275677498097noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-88614297935583662482016-01-27T20:58:52.392+00:002016-01-27T20:58:52.392+00:00My 19 year old rocks while awake, he is also unbea...My 19 year old rocks while awake, he is also unbearably finnicky about clothing textures and scratchy labels but he is a competent, healthy young adult in every other way. Some people just have quirkskyliehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08964475783207438103noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-89092400008915264022016-01-27T20:49:50.831+00:002016-01-27T20:49:50.831+00:00I remember the grim bits of my childhood far to we...I remember the grim bits of my childhood far to well , back to being 3 or 4 years old. I keep them well locked away but if things are bad it takes skill to keep that bleeding door shut even 50 years laterkate steeperhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05772776996207438308noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-61814841804839240342016-01-27T20:44:50.613+00:002016-01-27T20:44:50.613+00:00Wow, I must be weird but I still have some memorie...Wow, I must be weird but I still have some memories of when we lived "down the old end". A woman named Ruby terrified me because she was cross eyed (I was under 3). I remember hiding behind the sofa from her. Shopping at Mrs. Hen's shop (think "Open all hours"). We left "the old end" when it was bulldozed (slums in central Birmingham) and I stunned my mom by telling her how excited I was about moving only for "Aunty Nora to steal our removal van". She couldn't believe I remembered that as I was 3 when we left and Nora's removal van did in fact arrive and leave just before ours. Also, walking round the back of our new council homes before they put the garden fences up. Weird I know but I can see it clear as day. And the smell of ladies' face powder will always mean my mom to me. I was the youngest so when we went anywhere I always sat on her lap in the front seat of the car (yeah, I know - dangerous - it was years ago) and the smell of her face powder was lovely. But I really do remember so much of my childhood. I didn't realize others didn't. I guess we are all wired differently. AnnaTreadershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08613671137557939083noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-23451934112096505442016-01-27T20:19:46.718+00:002016-01-27T20:19:46.718+00:00Memory works in strange ways. How we remember and ...Memory works in strange ways. How we remember and what we remember are signposts to our true selves. You can't fake it. You can't decide to remember particular things. What comes to the surface is as random as flotsam and jetsam being deposited upon some distant beach. Anyway, that's what I think about remembering.Yorkshire Puddinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06019673884543913089noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-78453528654336088022016-01-27T19:32:58.572+00:002016-01-27T19:32:58.572+00:00I had hypnotherapy to try and figure out why I had...I had hypnotherapy to try and figure out why I had a mental illness ( and no, it didn't work, just relieved me of a lot of money!) and the therapist did actually help me remember odds and sods from my childhood. Unfortunately (for her) there were no grim secrets, just recollections of my nans front room wallpaper and a poodle called Scruff!Lisa Holmeshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03120614311419730549noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-47107040276696602522016-01-27T19:18:04.674+00:002016-01-27T19:18:04.674+00:00When i have a little trouble falling asleep, I hav...When i have a little trouble falling asleep, I have a technique I use that works all the time. I pretend I am taking a tour through my childhood homes. I walk in through the front door and see every room from 60 years ago! I surprise myself with the little details I can see in my mind's eye! Comforting...yawn... Jan Bhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04792206979656707142noreply@blogger.com