Thank so much for this fragment of your memories. Beautifully described moment of a childhood memory that was strengthened by your emotional observation.
When I was taking a long distance course on memoir writing during Covid, we discussed how fragile and strong, vague and precise our memories are. It made me remeber stuff that was long hidden, which made that memory the closest to the incident.
Thank you so much for sharing something so personal and for expressing it so beautifully. My maternal grandmother had Alzheimer’s when she was really young and I clearly remember washing her with my mum and looking after her. I agree that however true or untrue memories are, they form such an important part of who we are.
oh my goodness Matt - I’m sitting up in my bed in the grey of pre-sunrise reading these words with a lump in my throat. The simple restrained use of language (one of your many talents) belies the great depth of emotions behind them. I have my own versions of similar experiences as I participated in my mother’s decline; seldom have I read such complex emotions so beautifully rendered; thank you…
You write some lovely pieces Matt.
You leave some very lovely comments. Thanks A. x
Thank so much for this fragment of your memories. Beautifully described moment of a childhood memory that was strengthened by your emotional observation.
When I was taking a long distance course on memoir writing during Covid, we discussed how fragile and strong, vague and precise our memories are. It made me remeber stuff that was long hidden, which made that memory the closest to the incident.
Thank you, Piroska. The course sounds fascinating. I’m always so interested in the difference between my memories and those of my brothers.
Thank you so much for sharing something so personal and for expressing it so beautifully. My maternal grandmother had Alzheimer’s when she was really young and I clearly remember washing her with my mum and looking after her. I agree that however true or untrue memories are, they form such an important part of who we are.
Thank you, Maria. And yes: the veracity of those memories is almost neither here nor there. I'm sure your mum must cherish those same memories. x
oh my goodness Matt - I’m sitting up in my bed in the grey of pre-sunrise reading these words with a lump in my throat. The simple restrained use of language (one of your many talents) belies the great depth of emotions behind them. I have my own versions of similar experiences as I participated in my mother’s decline; seldom have I read such complex emotions so beautifully rendered; thank you…
Thank you, Mel. I'm glad it touched and resonated with you and your own experience. Mum's memory is coming today (a double-bill this weekend!).